Maria Dryfhout

Tonight becomes your night
As you turn your tassel.
A new door now opens
As you leave high school hassles.

There’s a wondering in your eyes,
And on your face, a smile.
There are dreams …

I was just a tiny sapling,
With roots so very small.
I had no buds or blossoms,
And felt no sunshine at all.

Then a short time ago,
I slowly became aware
Of you watching…smiling…
Q…