|To the graduate whose life I share,
On whose success I've laid the weight of mine:
The love and gratitude are always there;
However, on such special days they shine.
Enjoy your well-earned pomp and circumstance!
Graduations ought to be bejeweled,
Richly robed, as choreographed as dance,
A paean to a world by wisdom ruled.
Dearest soul, I find my joy in yours.
Underneath my pleasure is your smile.
As you shift your tassel*, my heart soars,
There is no inch of me that's not applause,
Embracing you in spirit all the while.
*Graduates shift the tassel on their mortar boards, or special graduation hats, from right to left at the moment they are granted their degrees.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon