Thursday, May 29, 2003

The Morning After

My DS graduated from high school yesterday. Tall, handsome, he strode across the stage, shaking hands confidently with the Principal, the CBE Trustee, and an assistant principal before returning to his seat. Later, he posed with his dad and I and with classmates, in his blue grad gown. Still later, I dropped him off in a cluster of young men and women, all dressed to the nines. DS' best friend was there, his shoulder-length black hair dusting his pearl grey suit. Another young man, lank and lean, with glasses, sported a tuxedo with a pristine white shirt and a white and black tie. DS was in a black suit, with black shirt and a red-and-black tie, and a fat, open scarlet rose boutonniere that was much admired. The young ladies, standing straighter than their mothers ever imagined, posed in slim dark gowns with spaghetti strapped shoulders, hair piled high, making them look even taller.

Beside the group awaited two sleek black limousines, ready to bear their young charges off to dinner, dancing and post-banquet parties.

When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he get to be so tall?
Wasn't it yesterday when they...were...small?
Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset....

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