To the graduate, no more a child
To the graduate, no more a child,
On whom these many years my love has shone:
Take pleasure in the pleasure of my pride,
However much you've managed on your own.
Even as you dance upon your stage,
Growing ever more endowed with grace,
Remember that my love will never change,
A place for you beyond all time and place.
Do what you will within your own wide world,
Understanding in your own wise way:
Always know you are my field of wonder,
The wild, star-strewn moor on which I wander,
Even as I honor you today.
By: Nicholas Gordon
Poems Created By & © Nicholas Gordon