Graduation balloons strewn, blue and white 
confetti cake iced, confection delight
warm family hugs and hearty congrats
agreeable nods and atta girl pats
Afterward, Papaw sits in his easy chair
sipping coffee without much of a care
though his health declines little by little
He swears to us all to be fit as a fiddle

All of this will take place today, you know
from welled eyes the tears begin to then flow
You text with much angst you feel like a creep
as you gently rock your newborn to sleep
Guilt for missing the family outing
Guilt for self-care, baby and doubting
that your choice to stay home does feel alright
But darling, don’t doubt your new mommy sight

Ev’ryone gets it and sends you their best
You and babe are home, safe and sound, now
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