The Graduation
As if to
dramatize my decline,
Our
granddaughter’s graduation is staged,
With much drama
and pomp,
With classmates
adorned in robes, bearing hats, and
Occupying an
arena brimming with expectation.
Parents,
grandparents, relatives, friends,
Applaud and
shout and stomp their feet—
Striving to give
courage and good fortune.
But the applause
and good wishes,
Serve,
inevitably, to mark a major step
In my decline.
--May 15, 2013 |