Birth.

Mom and dad reminiscing of a childhood now faded into the past.

The tales and stories will be retold as a gift.

Never to be wrapped up only to be shared.

How do you write the history of your life?

Walking across that stage of the unknown.

I saw you at one time as a preteen and tonight we see you a young man.

Comments echoing all around of how time goes so fast.

Turning that maroon tassel it signifies your hour has begun.

To start your own sojourn on this road of life.

As a graduate, you will hear wise words of wisdom.

As to how to approach this new found rhythmic dance.

Soak this all in my herald knight, your story is unfolding.

With tears flowing in the two mama’s eyes.

Words have slipped into heart-felt gratitude on the sunrise of your life.

Pops exclaiming, “ Congratulations Pup!”

The absolute joy on your face I will never erase.

Screaming to the top of your lungs,” I did it, I did it, I really did it!”

Now go forth and make this life your own.