Rain delayed.
Volleyball played.
Pasta prolific.
Helpers terrific.
Talkers lingered.
Cake samplers fingered.
Colorful jello.
Balloons golden yellow.
No more papers
No more books
Lots of teacher’s
Happy looks
My son
Got it done
By God’s grace
Now? Finish the race.
~~~
© Lisa M. Luciano 2019
I woke up feeling LIGHT.
Am I on vacation?
Or on the moon?
No — it’s just that the big hoopla is over
And the weight of 200 guests
30 pounds of pasta
And 2 full sheet cakes
Is off my shoulders now
And I’m so light
I just might fly away
today with
20 star balloons
~~~
“It goes so fast,” said a friend at our son’s graduation open house.
I sighed, “I know. You work so hard, make all this food, dig up photos…and the party’s over like that.”
“No, I meant that boys grow up so fast.”
“Oh. That too.”
~~~
One slab of marble cake
On a purple-smeared platter,
A deflated tent
And a
Tangled web of lonely balloons
Remind me
That he won’t be asking me algebra questions anymore.
~~~
Graduate’s Wisdom: “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9
Word Prompt: Narcissism. How does this relate to a graduation party? Graduation open houses are tiny bits of self-focus (not in a bad way).
When I was growing up, high school graduates had modest open houses.
Small numbers of close friends and grownups trickled in to eat snacks, give gifts, and ask THE QUESTION:
“So, what will you be doing next year?”
Now — at least in our community — a graduation open house is more like a mini-wedding reception.
It differs from a wedding reception mainly because:
But the hubbub, the invitations, the gifts – all very reception-like.
With helpful volunteers and nice friends who lend out their coffee pots, we have survived three graduation extravaganzas.
Number Four is staring us in the face – and it’s at the end of May.
I’m actually a little behind already.
We’ve encountered a problem, which centers around the graduate’s photos and invitation.
Graduation photos sound so easy.
But we put off taking his photos. With summer and fall behind us, we thought a spring photo shoot would work.
Not in Minnesota. Not in April. Not when you get a foot of snow abruptly dumped on you.
Someone said, “Oh, no one will notice the finger.”
I can name every single uncle that will not only notice, but will mention it every year for the rest of this kid’s life.
The invitations — with a new photo– will be embarassingly late, but they are on order.
© Lisa M. Luciano
Photo credits:
https://envisioningtheamericandream.com/2012/06/08/graduation-red-letter-day/
http://www.fillyourheartediblememories.com/Graduation-Cap-Strips-p362.html
To amble (word prompt of the day) means: to take a leisurely, pleasurable walk.
This is the way my 60+ year old cousin Clee got her college degree. After working different jobs and becoming a homeowner; and in the middle of her creative life, walking the lakes, loving her life and family, she accomplished a milestone.
She’s 60+ and just completed her architecture degree.
I don’t even think the college kids who shared her classrooms knew that she was old enough to really remember the Beatles.
While participating in projects; making arches in the brickyard and constructing cool metallic screens, she quietly ignored her age and got the job done.
I’m really proud of that girl in the robe, hat and tassel 🙂
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