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Graduate
To my Niece Dalyn
Rough and unfinished the ore is hewn from guardian stones
The mineral dense and filled with promise
All eyes see it’s value and potential to become
Beauty is only limited by the imagination that creates it
Seeming indifferent craftsmen wait for a decision
Many paths lie in wait, each a different choice
Each direction an adventure with impossible possibilities
They beg for the opportunity to participate in both journeys
Thrust into blinding heat the ore is seared
Smooth appears in the place of ragged
Purity is a destination for the time before the real epic begins
Gaining perspective on its becoming it - no she, smiles
Reaching the end of preparation is a sadness filled relief
She is a sharp sword, a stoic gateway and work of art
The craftsmen molded her beautifully, perfecting her potential
She is and will be what she desires.
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