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Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!

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From a school or college
Ceremony connected with commencement
All degrees marked
Classification into grades
According to amount, size, quality, etc.

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Graduation Day

Graduation day is
the light at the end
of the tunnel,
A parental dream
that has finally
born fruit,
All their hopes and
desires come true,
A victory , proud
and absolute,

It is a joyful
event, after much
Tears and sweat,
nights spent in
An accomplishment of
a glorious endeavor,
A smile accompanied
by a deep sigh,
the journey
remembered forever,

With a gown and
graduate cap,
they show themselves
a new to the world,
That one can dream
and dare to be

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My Beloved

Hey Mr. Editor,
It's not very often we hear true stories of enduring Love that grows with time. I can 
hear the cynic groan as I write this, but it's a good human interest story and I 
thought a good one for the coming of spring, a time of new birth and new beginings. 
There is a couple who met while in school, years ago.  After graduation they both 
were seperated by thousands of miles; both got married to different people 
sometime later and raised their young families.  All this time their love remained 
silent, waiting, yet strong.  Today, their children are adults and about to venture on 
their own lives. Reconnected once more, perhaps by fate, they have planned to wed 
very soon.  I was asked by the Bride-to-be, a dear friend, to write a poem on her 
behalf which she would read to her Groom at their Wedding Ceremony. I was truly 
honored and graciously obliged. It's titled,"My Beloved.  Thank you for your 
consideration of my request.

My Beloved, Today, I can not say that dreams do not sprout wings! Nor will I ever accuse time of being an adversary Not when I know that within its grasp lies our past, present and future Today, my heart is full and overflowing with abundant joy! Gazing into your beautiful soul, I glimpse love’s sparkling reflection Streaming like a river, endless, into vast ocean tides And I stand in awe of God’s everlasting love and providence The sweetest portion of which we have come to taste! For so long I have waited! How I have yearned for this moment When I would pledge life and love to you; become one flesh, one heart! One heart that will bleed no more as nothing can stand between us I will lose myself in you and you in me forever! No longer will dreams haunt our lonely nights And I will not have to walk this side of Heaven without you When I consider the paths which we have traveled I marvel and smile, as now it is clear - they were leading us to, this day! In the silence of a thousand nights my prayers to heaven took flight And though seasons of yesterdays came only to fade away Time, it seemed, had shelved my fervent plea ‘Til sweet destiny obliged, leading me to the one who holds my heart My Beloved, my husband, my best friend, and companion, Our love has arrived; our single journey begins today!
03/05/11 Written for John Heck's "Hey, Mr. Editor" Contest *Very True Story!

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It’s been a long ride but now
It’s time to say goodbye

I’ll miss you friend but
It’s time to say goodbye

Forgive me now for the things I've done 
It’s time to say goodbye

Forget the bad remember the good 
It’s time to say goodbye 

Don’t shed a tear don’t cry for me 
It’s time to say good bye

Remember I'm here when you need me later 
It’s time to say goodbye

We’ve been through a lot but we did its together
It’s time to say goodbye

I’ll miss you forever
It’s time to say goodbye

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Graduation of 2014

Fireworks, like gunshots, 
Make great and astounding sound
Congrats, GRADS! Good luck!

Crowds of commotion 
Party like no tomorrow
Happy, HARD future!

Happiness and cheer
Overflow in everyone
I'm awe! C-x

Grand Graduation! 
Totally cool seniors - RAD!
Sad to see them go . . . .... . . ... ..  . . . . .

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Last Chance

Seperation, Isolation, Anticipation, Graduation     Back to the world of lies and deceit     Discerning, Concerning, Adjoirning, Yearning     Weighing the words of everyone I meet     Is this the one that will show me the way     Or just one more pretender     Gone before the end of the day     Made a vow to all the god`s I know     This will be my last appereance     In this motion picture show     With all I can muster     And     With all my might     Stay the course     Stand tall     To make things right    

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This is Not Goodbye

One day
I got the text
Said you wanted to be more than friends
Sent at around 10:30 p.m
My heart soared and I knew 
I wanted you right then
One month passed
It went by so fast
As your graduation yearns forward
I treasure my time with you
Every kiss counts
Every word lasts forever
Lingering in your ears
Every touch is more than what it seems.
Today is your last day here at school with me
June 1st, 2012
The letter and gifts and the love keeps us together
As we talk I remember every word you say
This is not goodbye
Because we are meant to last forever

For my amazing boyfriend who I love very much <3

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Graduation Poem

Here we stand as a pride
Looking into each other’s eyes
As all the years go roaring by
We finally get to see where
We are

Coming from the bottom with our
Roar seeming small
But now here we are; standing tall

As we grow up big and strong
We have figured out 
Who we are
No longer going with the pack
But being your own leader
With a nice pat on your back

The beating of your heart
The smile on your face
Here we are lions and here we shall stay.

At first we were lost
But we have found our way
Here we are though
Spending our final


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Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954

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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!

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Living in A Glass House


The volume of a certain something

does not by any means determine its levity over any given situation

or its brevity by relation

Once you strike a chord,

It's moment of breath

Shatters through it's glass-painted interstellar conquest

Where the fine line between an arrow and a target success

is evident in the lack of evidence

Which provides you, the Reader, better access to the verity in absence

You're an ancient old trick

but if I am watching, you'll have no where to rest your well-traveled head

But in my seductive grin

I am too an old trick

But I stand closest to the cauldron

Stirring green the ocean

To make way for that final moment

When the flame burns cold in the winter frozen solstice;

The waves come crashing to the coasts

Coming for my broken souls

With a gleaming smile for all their sorrows

Taking off into tomorrow

With a calmed, relieved breath

Reliving the scenes on an endless landscape

Now, in compassionate presence

Because after all,

Can't have nothing without 'how'

How: being everything that has ever been conceived of.

So, what have You left out?

You've become ignorant of your own shining features

Forgotten feathers from a bow

Lost your inner voice in the mirror glow

All along Zephyr without, you've lived as a pestilence to others and yourself...

And now, its time for show

Up close and personal

Bath in all the choices ever dreamed of; and burn with a rosy glow

Opened-close a shut case

Without remorse or concern or thirst,

Because all this, will soon be Unearthed

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OF a Tree, Thee, and an Angel's Fee

Force feed me the taste of your skin

‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now
for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart

even you will have to try hard……to save me now

I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions 
as they devoured the subtle softness of me 
drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership
intimacies’ sweetest embrace 

But too…you move to me 
with a ferocity that mowed the grass down  to a short golf course length 
from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago

The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate 
that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well
like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair 
……………………………… see how this goes …with true love

We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces 
and on each other on Facebook 

Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread

Tread on me beloved!
till I am awakened 
to our lips 
 which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again

the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self

Is it me you feared 
as you said Good bye?

How little you know me 

like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time 
from a base long song of deep roots and strong beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah
The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel 
who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders
moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within
and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself

so my love knows no limit 
my soul no separation
and my being no longing

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Picture Frames

Picture Frames a poem

Children in families,
Grandmothers, mothers, fathers and grandchildren alike.

Memories, keepsakes found in pictures in Picture Frames.

Look at our Esha(Ayesha) she was 8 in this picture and here she is 10 years old in this other framed picture and;
She was 26 years of age in her most recent important picture taken at her community college graduation.

Ayesha will be 32 or 33 years old when she takes her Senior Portraits she’ll take them next year for her 4-year college commemoration. She will have a nice headshot in a white silk dress or a drape in Tower Yearbook along with her graduating class of 2014.

Our Esha the soon-to-be college graduate with so many memories of her childhood and difficult adolescent years.

Mom, step-dad Neil, grandmother, a few great-aunts and cousins on Esha’s mother’s side will be so happy for her.

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Graduation, we have come a long way to get to this day.
From the best friends since kindergarten,
To the drivers’ licenses of high school,
We all have grown.
Elementary was where we met our closest friends, 
Middle School was where we branched out and tried new things,
High School was where we began the journey to find who we are. 
Though our journey has only just begun,
Our lives have still been forming through the friendships made, 
And the friendships lost.
Now that we are all closer to finding our selves,
Our paths may take different turns.
But always remember
No matter where we all are,
We are all still connected by our roots. 

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Still in my heart

We grew up together.
Then we drifted apart.
We went down our own roads.
But they're still in my heart.
As kids in school we saw each other everyday.
When graduation came we all went a seperate way.
Where we ended up was nothing like we planned.
Because growing up we thought we would have the world in our hand.
I reminisce those days, because I don't see them today.
If we had another chance it wouldn't have been this way.
But life throws curves.
I guess that's how it goes.
But they're still in my heart as our distance grows.
The memories we shared are all in the past.
Little did I know those memories would last.
That was back then.
Now I'm thirty years old.
Now just letting go.

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December 15, 2012

On this day my mind is free
No more papers
No more projects
No more presentations
No more exams
No more tuition
The journey that began in 2006 is now over
That Bachelor’s degree is finally mine

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Worker Bee Sees a Hare

To drone,
I have in a world
filled with prospered humanity.
Like a worker bee I
ready the honey in which
my society cares for;
I have grown tired of the strains
born upon my
although the smells I love,
it is never enough.
And the satisfaction returned is
forgotten, for fire
always triumphs the solace
that defeats the situation.
The hares that cower and stare
at this worker bee in his
working state;
a car with one route,
for two teenagers who wish for a

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John Ashbery

We will often fight against the goads dealing in premortal slime 

It's the turning of the tide then exposed;

Through various loop holes we then get confused even feel used...

Faith is the substance of things not seen,

In neglect to what will search for a hidden need

While the entire world outside longs to see you bleed
As sadness in its beckoning call,

Faith is each personal toward their own belief

Shattered glass on its parchment door filled with sadness etched iin madness

Major Jackson & John Ashbery remarkable poetic historians amidst the timeless cloud;

A willingness to dare to explore fascination heads to the floor...

The promise in exploration during its tragic duration;

Still faith isn't intellectuallized it just is/

Words are endured through its timeless dialect filtered through the sand
Hoping someday all will understand it's delicate premise of realization
Fixed on an appease to please blatant fascination
The grass withers & the cards will fall as they may

In chosen asps filtered through its viable way
The bargain basement deal to seal its wholesome branded feel
Filtered through its beckoning call asunder is it any wonder the way our children deal?
Cheap thrills in the back of a car to cry 

Shelter lies dormant amidst the pain
Less of course I shall refrain in matters of emmense strain
In graduation the whole essential scheme ends
Within problems we get a glimpse of the appetite of friends
Shattered memory's with lines drawn in the sand
John Ashbery is the poets friend a very unusual man
In equated demise a word to the actual wise,
Poetry is heightened in the mystery essentially
The barbarians would quite often disagree in their lost pedigree
Through words expressed amidst the mesh with polished vest
In words one can look closely to its vested guess
Within a world that is many times upside down in some mess
I must confess the pillar of truth to relinquish its timeless cue
The very proud & few/

John Ashbery stood beneathe the heavy tide of the 1960's slide
In ovation in which he stood never in some dreary mood
A poets friend to strangers & even enemies
Along lines visualized in the shifting sand of vested memory
John Ashbery

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My cell, and I

It was late in the afternoon, it must of been about an hour that I had arrived
  As I took the first step into the facility already I felt my body overwhelmed by chills
I stripped to the nude, and I felt as if the scene had touched me all over, their sight belittled me
  I stood wearing nothing, eyes set their sight upon me, for they saw a criminal with no heart

  They made me dress in orange
Full jump suit and feather-light slippers
  I was escorted to my cell
Upon arrival I met my cell mate, Peter

The walls seemed to take life and spoke
  Words of death I came to understand, and I feared for my mind
Insane I was going, for I began to hear voices of sorrow and broken hearts
  The walls caved in almost and I felt death's grasp on my back

  The clock ticked and ticked, every second seemed to turn into hours
Locked up where no where to go I recalled all of my fair memories
  When the sun once caressed my face, lips and dreams
An animal I had become for nothing mattered behind those bars

  "Lights out" and my heart grew weak
Not knowing of how to react, I began to see death as an answer
  For if I died I would not have to live as a caged animal
Dark, lights had been out for an hour and again my eyes betrayed me

  I saw thousands of spirits walking the empty halls
A million snoring souls slept
  It smelled like death was walking among the spirits of the deceased
An awful sight, and I was trapped in it for the next 15 years

  It was now the next day and I stood inline for food
Color was all inside
  Brown I am for that was my ticket to group
Called horrible things, same sex predators all savored to my soft face

It was shower time and I grew in very much fear
  As 100 men walked in nude to shower
I fresh meat
  I couldn't bare it, so I entered not

I met my cell mate again in the recreation room
  And all was learned
I was to be jumped in
  And if I lived I would be graduation day

The clocked ticked it was again 7:45pm
  My heart was beating really slow now
The men came into my cell with chains and bats
  Guards stood idly by to my screams of fear

I saw a bright light in all the blows I was taking
  I was drowning in my own blood
An angels hand took me out of my body
  The clock ticked 8pm, may I rest in peace

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the royal wedding

the wedding cake: $16,000-$80,000
cleaning of the streets after the wedding in london: $64,000
the flowers: $320,000-$800,000
pre-wedding hideaway (the goring hotel hosting middleton’s family & friends): $552 a night
for double rooms
middleton’s wedding dress: $64,000-$434,000
the engagement ring: valued at $136,000, given to w. by c.
security: $8-$32 million

+ $64,000___

*this estimated cost does not factor in the unspecified amount of time that middleton’s
family & friends will be staying for $552 a night, or how many of them, etc.

although i’m sure that
with a pulse, a half-way decently functioning brain,
and a
could look at the figure posited above
and find thousands of ways to invest in any number of
more worthy causes
than that of perpetuating an incestuous line of
that holds absolutely
in the 21st century
but in the united states
the home of the world’s policeman
10 days ago
our blessed democratic congress
“the voice of the people”
$26.6 million dollars from TRIO:


for those that aren’t aware what TRIO is:

“TRIO is a set of federally-funded college opportunity programs that motivate and support
students from disadvantaged backgrounds in their pursuit of a college degree. Over 850,000
low-income, first-generation students and students with disabilities — from sixth grade
through college graduation — are served by more than 2,800 programs nationally. TRIO
programs provide academic tutoring, personal counseling, mentoring, financial guidance,
and other supports necessary for educational access and retention. TRIO programs provide
direct support services for students, and relevant training for directors and staff.”


happy are those that are not english citizens
as the taxpayers are said to be footing the bill of
$8-$32 million
security, and
$64,000 for
street cleaning after said extravaganza

one has to do their best
to keep from running amok
the day this thing happens
because of what we could really be doing with the wealth in this world

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Letting Go

We grew up together then we drifted apart.
We went down our own roads, but they're still in my heart.
As kids in school we saw each other everyday.
When graduation came we all went a separate way.
Where we ended up was nothing like we planned.
Because growing up we thought we had the world in our hands.
I reminisce those days because I don't see them today.
If we had another chance it wouldn't have been this way.
Life throws curves, I guess thats how it goes.
But they're still in my heart as our distance grows.
The memories we shared are all in the past.
Little did I know those memories would last.
That was back then, now I'm thirty years old.
I'm now just letting go in a world that can be cold.

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Senior Year Nightmare

Drooping decorations
and graduation mayhem turned to
tears and depression after
fight with high school steady.
The memory of prom date from hell
will hopefully disappear.
The elaborate hairdo was
furiously brushed out,
and the uncomfortable formal
packed away in the attic to be
given to charity next year.
The sweet whispers of love and 
the notes passed in study hall
behind the back of old Mrs. Jenkins,
the talk of a wedding the following summer,
became heartbreaking memories
when Tiffany Blake came to town.

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Here we are at the end of a trail
We took some wrong turns but were able to find the path again
Echoing behind us in our memories are our achievements
And our disappointments
We laughed with our peers since grade school til' now
Fights started and ended between friends and foes
Everyone mourned the loss of classmates that were taken away
And together we all encouraged the representatives of our school
For these last four years we tried our best
But not all the time
Now graduation is here
The time to say goodbye is near
Together with our futures uncertain
We step off the trail and begin to pave a new road

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Everytime you make smile I feel more pain

The only difference was,
Is everything's so different but it all felt the same 
Not sure why but there was no change
Just a change on the name
But after all is still the same game 
I've seen the rain not quite like this storm
Even when I'm not alone nothing can keep me warm 
Except that feeling I had like before 
That nothing matters more
Than to know you're ok for sure 
Don't know how to stay sane
So I just keep writing away
Did everything but you didn't stay 
Now I'm tryna figure out how to make you go away 
Cus everytime you make me smile 
I feel deeper pain

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Growing Years

Will you be here while they're little
to sooth their childish fears?

Here with Love and wisdom 
to enrich their growing years?

Can they come to you with Problems,
will you help them work it out?

Who will help me teach them
What life is all about?

Who will show the pride and joy
on their Graduation Day?

Who will bless her marriage
and give the bride away?

It seems that you have always Played
the most important part,

In all the Happy moments
I hold with-in my heart.

And Now I have three little ones 
to climb upon my knee.

They ask me very gravely,
"Where can our Daddy Be?"

I wish, sometimes, that you were here
to sooth their childish fears.

And use your Love and wisdom
To bless their growing years!


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I have no world of mine
My world is that of the beginning
Full of void, trouble and chaos
And on sojourn to an abysmal pit

I have no world in my word
For there is no word to vivid my world  
Anguish, pain, hopelessness is of my world
Still looking forward to a world 
Not only of empty words
But that of freedom which twirls joy in my world

I still thought I have no world of mine
Until I met an emerging movement
Sweeping all with an unimaginable pride
It restored our hope with hope
As we started glowing with pride

For the first time in our life
Our world began to have meaning
We sigh . . . breath in with joy
As it wore for us a toga of fulfillment
And gave us cap of opportunities 
Alas! we experienced peace and love
With a beaming smile full of triumph
We begin to rule our world.

Alayande Stephen T.
8th March, 2007

On my way to Ijanikin for Bukky’s Graduation I School, 
Waiting for Daddy and Mummy at Mosalasi, Iyana-Ipaja, Lagos.
It is a special one for Nigerian and African brightest and fastest growing 
Telecommunication brand called GLO, whose latest slogan is
 “Rule your world”.


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Ode To A Dead Pilot

Ode To A Dead Pilot
  The time to sioux for peace is before the first shot is fired.
Weapons of destruction aer better turned around.
Point them at the darkness and then frown.
Fighting is for ^A^ngels and much nobler sorts than yew.
A Soldier in his britches needs a glory to behold; 
other than the flag of his own country I am told.
Place your thoughts above on things where Christ
does dwell, and walk on streets of GOLD. 
Even in your dreams and memories it will help you to grow old.
There was once a MAN who was once a boy.
He played with toys, and after graduation then He heard: 
Great engines sucking air into intakes, 
and the expelling of the air again to reach a multi-colored
transfer pointe and sometimes after running out of fuel
a man does NOT bail out...
but takes his planethopping function into the DEAD terrian.
Avoiding populated areas, to kill a cactus NOT a populas.
When that MAN is inn his Heaven and rewards come due.
I want to hear everyone in Heaven say, 
'He was a boy getting into that aeroplane, but he
became a MAN today.
I saw several of my men turn fear away from populated places, 
as they crashed and died in flame into the desert cactus, 
to ensure the best proclivity of mass production.
The wreckage of an aeroplane. 

Charles Hice 

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Father less child

Mother knee bending overprotective, strong, sleepless,master of nurture, and idol to child
Father relaxed individual, traveler, never in a weak situation, careless, and has a choice to stick around
Child confused, curious, hopeful, grateful, and has a mother that never let's them down 
A strong mother subtract a weak minded man equals a father less child 
Father less child with a goal to make mother proud
A father less child tired of  seeing mother cry rarely hears her laugh
Child graduates its a victory looks up and hears mother laughter now this would go down in history 
Dear mother from your father less child 
I know sometimes you frown but I'm glad to be the reason you smile

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Stadium Seating

Dear Graduate,

… Sometimes, a spring breeze softly blowing 
whispers that a presence needn’t be seen to be felt … 
… And sometimes, the people piling onto the benches 
of packed bleachers sense that a sacred space 
is simultaneously filling … 				
… And often, clustered families gleefully 
crane to glimpse their cap-and-gown-clad graduate,
but once the band pipes up
and you triumphantly take the field, 
you’ll know you’re in perfect view 
of missed and remembered mentors rejoicing
up, up, up so high, so very high … in stadium seating …

… And usually, principals and presidents will proceed
to spawn perfunctory speeches … politely received …
by the assemblage patiently waiting … 

… But always, always, count on this classic climax
creating an incredible crescendo:
Thunderous applause will
rumble through the bleachers,
rambling onto the field, and
rocket through the air,
rolling onto the heavens
as a sprinkling of caps rains
up, up, up so high, so very high
and … for a slice of a second …
before starting to tumble,  
mortarboards are a sea of confetti
tipping their corners in displays of gratitude
to the angels smiling upon you  … from
up, up, up so high, so very high … in stadium seating!