For My Son, the Graduate

A blank page to start your foreword
Copying whatever
Seeing you wonder
about everything
Continuously asking
& when I answered
then were moments of thinking.
A prelude to your learning.

The first chapter began
when you heard the bell rang
my hand you held so tight
To be lost that you might
in a campus for you, the unknown
Full of kids younger, older, like you in uniform.

Now chapter 2 entering,
It took a little timing
for the 3Rs you’re learning
from the basest, simplest, then growing
in a complex mass of numbers and wording,
But then here & there pushing
Yourself to absorbing
Language, Math, Science, and Values keeping.

In chapter three you were facing
Options of degrees, to be choosing
A lifelong decision making
Be it self or other-serving.

One-third of your life’s novel finishing
Today with you graduating
Achieved a degree of your choosing
The world your oyster you’ll be making.

The next chapters still unwritten
Depending on paths to be taken
Learning out of school walls this time
Life experiences as prime
Components of each chapter
Viewed from within
but with others participating.

Congratulations, my son. You’ve made us so proud!!! God is good… all the Time!