Graduating
she now knows love
love, not a lifeless thing
that she used to talk about those days
while carrying a backpack
full of books and binders
a mustang she wanted to drive
symbol of success and speed
a perfect blend with boom
and the ooze of black-gold
but today for her
only one thing that matters
living with a man
sharing his failure
to graduate from a high school
that teaches not techniques
to survive that stoppage
of an upward movement
and a free flow of more
her achievement
she carries with care
as if holding the first university degree
that will open the greater door
to a doctorate
to walk around with a prefix
before her name
now she smiles, inside
every time she feels that kick
a little stretching
in that cozy cave
intricately decorated convocation hall
calling him, her baby
while feeling that wall, outside
her boy will soon graduate
to enjoy her love
her success, her own graduation
to that new title – Mum
Copyright © Henry Victor | Year Posted 2014
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