What’s for Dinner?

graduation day
bleeds into normal doldrums
(life's quick, painful truths)

Last Childhood Milestone

she graduates now
my baby girl, all grown up
in this Red Rock Land

there's no heartbreak here
just my girl, eighteen years old,
ready to face them

sneakers underneath
(pandemic proms are outdoors,
under tents, in grass)

she's taller, braver.
in her silver floor-length gown,
she masters the night

and aren't we a crowd?
this master-mix of humans,
standing on these rocks?

unsinkable us
right below the Molly Brown
(ready to swim. Win.)

graduating girl
ready to face the world
one ray at a time

self-portrait art show
for my two youngest daughters
sunflower, glass shine

first day of first job
(the best COVID milestone)
let us shed this slump

blooming badminton
(a few moments of teen peace
before bickering)

the blooms of today
will disappear tomorrow
and it hurts. it hurts.

my sunflower girl,
her modernist self-portrait 
so true to her soul

best friends since kinder
ready to graduate now
(how could they grow up?)