My brother graduated from high school this weekend (!!!) and it got me feeling sentimental about the unprecedented circumstances affecting 2020 graduates. These emotions called for a poem so here it is.....
An unforgettable Saturday morning
Blue sky, green grass of a football field
Like an outdoor wedding, mom said
but with a sea of navy caps and gowns.
Looking in, it appears normal if not for:
the masks (or bandanas with school spirit and/or stylish patterns),
certain number of guests per graduate,
open air to minimize viral spread, and
chairs spread six feet apart.
Then, the usual Pomp and Circumstance
as graduates piled in,
ready to dive into their future and leave high school.
Family members watching from behind or online at home,
an air of excitement and anticipation for the moment.
All for the moment.
My brother and his classmates walked across the stage to receive their diplomas
After four long years, that wait was over.
Given the setting, I half expected everyone to start dancing and burst into
the ending song of High School Musical 3: Senior Year
"Nothing's ever impossible,
Into the future we all free fall"
That may have not happened, yet these lyrics ring true.
The future filled with so much uncertainty
At least they got one final sendoff.
My heart is with the class of 2020, from kindergarteners to university graduates. I'm so grateful my brother got an in-person graduation ceremony since I know this was not the case for many. I hope you get some closure and are able to celebrate what you've accomplished. You did it!!