...5.29.11...

 

we all say it...

where does the time go.

first day of kindergarten.

to today.

graduation day.

today she will be reading a poem.

that her dad wrote and read to his class.

in 1984.

i believe,

when she reads this,

my eyes will fill up with pride.

*****

pathways

by brian goodenow

we have gathered our relatives, our neighbors and friends

to join us on this special day

and the pathway that we have all traveled together

will now lead us all separate ways

*

our journey has seen sunshine, success and good times

and occasionally a day filled with rain

we enjoyed all the fun times with all of our friends

and we usually learned from the pain

*

once in a while, the clouds grew too dense

and it seemed that the sun wouldn't shine

but i knew, on those days, that i could depend

on one of you great friends of mine

*

so i'd pick up my chin, shake off the blues

and once again the sun would shine through

i'd fall back in line with the rest of my friends here today

your sad thoughts will very soon mend

*

this "end" that we speak of, to me is much more

it's a beginning, a new life to live

a chance to display the colors of our rainbow

and to see what the world has to give

*

so don't look back with tears in your eyes

don't forget that life holds more

smile at the memories we made with our friends

and head out through opportunity's door

*

i have high hopes for the class of 2011

we are friends, classmates, and someone to trust

we are jocks, band nerds, rednecks, and preps

but most of all, we are simply us

*

i wish you good luck and a whole lot of love

as you start your new journey today

believe in yourself; keep hope for the good

and never let your dreams slip away

yikes.

just reading back over this.

i am getting choked up.

not going to be a good make-up day.

they will not be tears of sadness today.

but tears of immense pride.

her wings have dried.

we have instilled in her what we could.

she is a beautiful spirit.

inside and out.

today is the beginning of her own journey.

how blessed are we...

welcome to coffee hour.

welcome to this Sunday morning.

just BE.

robin.