She’s not ready to go on.
Trembling, she stood before me then
someone familiar when her known world
starts its many changes. Her beginning.
Yes, an ending, too. Of childhood.
But here she is, days away.
The proud graduate who’s accomplished much
(but feels there is still more).
Tomorrow, she’ll wake up again –
an adult with a future unlimited.

Choices piled before her like books
stacking up in the return bin.
Whichever new chapter she chooses now,
written as she pushes ever forward,
will form her own life memoir.
It’s sure to be a bestseller.

She’s worried, though, blank pages scare.
But she’s nowhere near blocked here…

We hugged – not goodbye, but congratulations.
From these school halls she’s released
and the world beyond is hers.
Each day a vignette to record.
And though she leaves this place,
she remains a part of it.
I, along with so many others,
are characters she’ll bid adieu.
Her memoir has new introductions coming.

Inspired by Six Word Friday‘s weekly share.

SWF: Want

Wanting so badly to be done
Items increasing on the “do list”
To do? Want to do? Must?
Not sure anymore which really applies
Tick marks are hard earned prizes
(my mental awards for actual completion)
At the end of the day
It’s unclear what I really wanted.

inspired by this week’s Six Word Fridays prompt:want

SWF: Bud

from nothing it seems to sprout
shifting the soft ground, it rises
becoming something as it reaches heavenbound

SWF: Break

pause just a moment, be still
observe the life you’ve built here
isn’t it awe-inspiring, this all?
clearly, breaking free of status quo
allows for wonderous possibilities without rules

SWF: Enough

Enough. Six letters proclaiming it’s over.
Stop the fighting, stop the whining.
There’s nothing left to see here.
Fed up, filled up to breaking.
It’s not in you to quit?
There’s no saving this here thing.
Call a truce, a cease fire.
Enough is enough, it’s over now.

six word Fridays: Reason

It stands to reason this season
there’s a little more to it
than presents, vacation time, and decorations.
Yes, fancy luminations brighten the night
and those odd shaped surprises intrigue
(bet you wonder what’s wrapped there)
But I remember a time when
Christmas included church prayers at midnight – –
When we sat in our jammies
In the soft lit sanctuary together,
an elder thanking God for all
requested, received, and even what’s denied.
I wondered then, ‘Why praise Him ?
You didn’t get what you wanted
And so-and-so got more.’
Now, I see what he had.
What was needed, what was good:
Parents, children together in God’s house,
The family, in whatever form, complete.
I miss those evenings long passed.

** inspired by “reason” for Six Word Fridays at My Memory Art

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