That awful song plays
And in a high heeled smock
She starts down the isle.
A hard earned piece of paper
Weights her grip
And three brothers feel their age.
The last of mother's litter
Has passed through educating fingers,
And into the dawn.
A new age, new era starts breathing
Though it feels as before.
A soft transition into a hard reality.
All the training will be used.
All the steam-covered meaning will be wiped clean.
Now there's no denying,
No more covering the sun behind horizons,
No more dew in the lawn,
No way to disprove;
The bud is blooming.
For Hannah when she graduated High School on April 28th, 2012.
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