She stood,
at serene attention,
her frailty forgotten.
face made alien,
to most, by the nature
of the disease.
Oh! but the smile,
beamed lighthouse bright.
as she brought forth her
frail hand,
to recieve the parchment
paper. Her Doctorate.
The soft hat glowed,
velvet, indigo blue,
in the autumn sunlight.
The crowd that had, expanded to twice it's normal size,
for just this special person.
Stood in a wave of love.
and the graduation day,
became,
The Day of Sue.
As we whooped and hollered and stamped and clapped,
the tattoo, of our loving respect.
As tears streamed, unchecked,
down one thousand faces.
She beamed and bowed
and left the stage.
One last time.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
She stood,
at serene attention,
her frailty forgotten.
face made alien,
to most, by the nature
of the disease.
Oh! but the smile,
beamed lighthouse bright.
as she brought forth her
frail hand,
to recieve the parchment
paper. Her Doctorate.
The soft hat glowed,
velvet, indigo blue,
in the autumn sunlight.
The crowd that had, expanded to twice it's normal size,
for just this special person.
Stood in a wave of love.
and the graduation day,
became,
The Day of Sue.
As we whooped and hollered and stamped and clapped,
the tattoo, of our loving respect.
As tears streamed, unchecked,
down one thousand faces.
She beamed and bowed
and left the stage.
One last time.
this was hard to write,
my friend and mentor Sue
recieved an honourary doctorate from the university where she works
and truly the whole crowd stood and cried she is a most
beautiful person and beloved teacher and mentor to many
she has terminal cancer
and the university wanted to
honour her contribution.
she taught theatre studies
this was her final university
commitment.
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