Graduation Dust
Trails of little ducklings…
one following the other,
to the stage,
to the limelight.
It is your moment.
Little ducks.
If I could kiss the corners of your caps
and straighten out your gowns
I would.
But it is your moment.
I will sit up in the rafters
inhaling arena dust,
and watch the little ducks
go two by two
out on their own.
And I am so
so proud.
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This is so cute