Hopeful Sky

She awoke to dawn’s crispy rising, her head filled with tasks for the day and what she found surprising, the time was here, come what may. The eventful night must be perfection. It was in the planning for ages. Each detail sans objection, having gone through many stages. This graduation was like no other, her eldest son with top honor. Recalling his small voice, “Mother”, a melancholy fell upon her. The evening came, a noted benchmark. The gaiety of youth lit the sky with dreams, each other’s thought became hope’s spark. A mother’s tears glittered down in streams.