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we all graduate
by Charlie Morgancarrying all these gowns, symbols, candles
is getting to be ususal; he graduates often.
into a crib instead of a baby basinette;
into lowering the railing; big boy day underwear.
potty training; listening to bed-time stories,
reading them back, or his words reading them back.
from being put to bed, to his putting himself in;
then he talks to the stars, and i tell him it's God.
soon, it'll be to the 1st grade; all grades;
college, wife, kids of his own; me, a memory.
maybe a memory that told him about the stars and God.
then i will have graduated from this life to the next.
10/26/2008 Posted on 10/26/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dani Rose on 10/27/08 at 04:37 AM this made me teary eyed. i don't have a son, but rather, a godson that i'm quite attached to. i never wanted kids before i let the little booger into my heart. i think i'll show this to his mom. |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 10/28/08 at 03:03 AM Well, this put a lump in my throat.... |
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