Sixty-four years ago I first commenced
Marched to regal music Pomp and Circumstance
Received high school diploma, adjusted my tassel
And was graduated. The beginning.
Four more years later another time
Marched outdoors on campus
Without Pomp and Circumstance
Received college diploma.
Life became serious.
Brought me independence and marriage
Motherhood of three babies. No diplomas or music
Recognition or sleep.
Years in the middle
Marched to my own drum beat
Weathered whatever my life set before me
Found goodness in living.
Long rich years have passed
I sense a commencement.
My body is slowing
While fine new gifts flourish.
If there is marching I’ll get out my cane
Wear purple and celebrate all that I’ve learned
Applauding the music of birds and the rain.
I don’t need a diploma.
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Beautiful.
Thank you.
This is absolutely wonderful, Ina.
March on, beautiful lady! We will cheer you as you do!
Thank you Dale. I feel your encouragement. ❤
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You have earned a real life golden diploma as well which is much more valuable! xo
“commencement” never so fulsome with meaning – bravo
Your comment means a lot to me. Thanks.
Thanks for your affirmation, dear Lynn.
Beautiful post, commencement is really a celebration of moving on from one phase of life to another.
yes, that is what i am feeling. 🙂
You certainly don’t … this is a most satisfying and complete journey down the river of your life and into the uncharted waters of your future! I wish you long and steady sailing.
Thank you for your good wishes.
It’s been 37 years for me. I remember when 20 seemed like a really big deal.
It’s true, we got no deplomas for our babies. But I did get a certificate from them one Mother’s day that was pretty cool
Cool – Happy Mother’s Day!
Life’s lessons need no piece of parchment. We take with us our lessons – much further and farther than we might imagine.
I love your poem, Ina – an apt summation.
All good wishes,
Eric
Thank you , Eric, for your beautiful response.
I’m right behind you
Birds and rain
Our time is ours
New game engaged.
Lovely poem and sentiment. Thank you!
Yes. New Game engaged. 🙂
Love this Ina, I’ll be happy to cheer you on as you march 🙂
Thank you, Andrea.