Graduation
By maudsy
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Encased in his mobility scooter
He negotiates the narrow channel between
The applause and the stain glass windows
A spectrum of coloured light ripples over his torso
Mimicking his mother tucking him in - but less pitiable
He apologizes to my daughter standing in front of him,
Cloaked accordingly with her hair curled prettily,
For stabbing her arse with one of his stumps;
He feigns embarrassment
But I spy him giggling
When his turn comes the Dean hobbles to greet him though
He can traverse the space far more gracefully than she
The prize is thrust under his arm like a bather’s towel
Unwrapped
And he trundles back to position between family flashes -
Conveniently edited
Outside I wandered haphazardly looking to
Congratulate my daughter and nearly fell over him.
His cap was on the floor, a dusty footprint scuffing
The laurel wreath
I picked it up tucking it between his side and the chair rest
Like another prize
Embarrassed I mumbled “Well done”
Before moving across to where my daughter
Was standing
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