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Graduation
Stooped in gray
Though in my eyes
Purple would better suit
Regal and wise
Who could transmute
protege to prize.
Like the gardener to weeds
You uprooted from me
Doubt and self-flagellation
Instilled strong seeds which would be
A beautiful new creation.
You are crippling now, ancient tree,
Who shaded me from sun and rain,
I fear you shall fall when I’m not looking,
To avoid seeing my pain.
You tell me in your gentle way
It’s time for you to go
With your hand on the door
My great mentor
(Do I have to let go?)
Though in my eyes
Purple would better suit
Regal and wise
Who could transmute
protege to prize.
Like the gardener to weeds
You uprooted from me
Doubt and self-flagellation
Instilled strong seeds which would be
A beautiful new creation.
You are crippling now, ancient tree,
Who shaded me from sun and rain,
I fear you shall fall when I’m not looking,
To avoid seeing my pain.
You tell me in your gentle way
It’s time for you to go
With your hand on the door
My great mentor
(Do I have to let go?)
Published 31st Mar 2018
| Edited 8th Apr 2018
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31st May 2018 2:28pm
So touching and eloquent. There is something so comforting to be beneath any kind of 'parental' shadow who have guided us. I guess the child within us need that nurture no matter what the age.
