Graduation

All things have a beginning and an end.
The sun rises and sets to mark each day.
Influences cannot overextend
The boundaries they’re given in any way.
Nothing can last, not even high school years.
Graduation ends the experience
And is greeted with the heartbreak and cheers
For the successful college admittance.
As the names are called and the caps are thrown,
The graduates laugh and cry, happy to
Be done, but sad and scared of the coming
Years away from home. Time to say adieu
To the Fauquier familiars are numbing.
For a flower in morning sunlight thrives,
And with the fading sunset wilts and dies.

~Emily