Millions of kids are graduating from high school this spring
with plenty of pomp and circumstance,
stirring speeches
from their class valedictorians,
and diplomas to symbolize
a dozen years
of living and learning.
Meanwhile, my five year old
graduated from preschool today
with a red bandana ’round his neck,
necessary for singing
a year-end song about horses,
and a pizza party.
No matter what he does, sees or learns
between now
and his high school graduation,
my greatest hope is that
the sparkle in his big brown eyes
and the joy in his heart
are still as evident then
as they are now.
