| Dear Holy Friends, This morning my third son drove off for his last official day of high school. He has a few days of finals coming up then graduation next week. He received soccer awards, honors, and some amazing scholarships, so the past few weeks have been exciting. He is heading to college and ultimately the FBI, he hopes. And, in all of the excitement, my heart goes back to the little boys running around my yard. You'd think after already graduating two sons, I'd be a pro at this. I'm not. I'm glad I have six years until the last one graduates. I began this poem last fall as his Senior year was underway. It seems appropriate to finish it and send it today. In His Grip, Chandra A Year of Lasts His last first day touched my heart of heart I knew as he drove away that was only the start. The last Homecoming last sixth grade camp counselor last game I watch ever his last season of soccer. Funny when he was little I waited for every first and now each day brings a last the lasts are the worst. Eighteen years is not enough time to enjoy each precious son then send them on their own and today's the toughest one. His last last day of school as he walked out the door a young man got in the truck where a boy was before. Next week he graduates my heart's a mix of things hopefully we've given him roots that he can trade for wings. ~Chandra Lynn Smith, 5/28/09~ |
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Just For Today . . . A Year of Lasts . . . 5/28/09
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