Results are in
It's that time of year.
Pictures are posted,
Congratulations shared,
Songs of joy expressed,
And pride shining bright.
Everyone cheers; the kids have passed.
Reports are posted;
This is it, what the year's been building upto.
They're promoted a grade
And happiness cannot be contained.
Of course it shouldn't - they deserve it.
As I look at it all, I am both happy and sad,
I fear this time will never be the same.
You'd be a bundle of nerves
Waiting to unravel -
In the waking hours,
You'd stir me before my time,
Words pounding off the top of your lungs
As you express all your worries,
Concerns and what-ifs.
A bundle of nerves,
Falling apart at the seams
With only one thing to cure it - the results.
Report in hand,
Already messaged before school's released
After one thing only: permission to open.
Shaking with giddy uncertainty
When there's no doubt in our minds you've passed.
You'd say, "No way," to a question posed
But the results are louder than you ever are:
Top 10 again, without batting an eye.
On my status it goes,
With an ever beaming pride
Equivalent of a mother's.
Not that it ever mattered, top 10 that is.
You've passed another year,
You've made us proud again
It's what you've been waiting for,
It's all you've been working for...
This is it.
You've made it.
Matric '25 is yours
Even if you're not physically in it.
Copyright © Micheala Ruth September | Year Posted 2024
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