Mother's View of Graduation

By Mary Hefferon

Mother's View of Graduation

I held you in my arms when you were born,
I remember the little sweater you have worn.

Through elementary years have gone,
Summer days you played on the lawn.

I tried to nurture when you cried,
When you were sick I sat at your bedside.

Now you're growing up so fast,
Graduation is here at last.

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