Graduation Day

could have been more grateful for the black gown –
thought a little less about the queues and trouble
focused on who was there and not who was gone
but for me, it wasn’t just the lack of a parent nor family
it was that you couldn’t take your own seat, Emma
in the stands up there beside the class of ’14
I cried still for myself and for friends that would leave
for the successes despite sickness and
for all, after all, I suppose I’ve achieved
but the day would be sweeter or at least, more right
had you been there with us, had you not
better places to be. In my own life I think always
of your brightness and eternal fight
whilst you could not be there, you could be thanked
for the fact that I made it up there after all
thank y


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