"Graduation": A Poem

As we stand here today,

reminiscing on what we have done,

what do we remember?

Is it the long nights we spent

trying to complete 

the last page of homework?

Or is it the hours we wasted

talking on the phone

instead of reconciling face-to-face?

Perhaps it’s the must

of our grandparents’ basement

that we visited every summer.

Maybe it’s the wonder we felt

every winter

when boxes of magic

appeared under a tree.

As we stand there tomorrow,

what will we remember,

as we journey into a new adventure,

not filled with pirates or fairies or wizards,

but alluring all the same?