they call it the end of an era.

a sent email poem based on an email about the graduating class of 2016

We were shiny-eyed, hopeful:
This was a chance to try something new.

But it was not always just sunshine and rainbows —
and definitely not for the faint-of-heart.

Today, we are weathered warriors.
This was our chance to be part of a family.

Now we leave the nest,
taking moments for appreciation, thanks,
reminiscence —
memories to carry forward.

A new chapter:
we’ve forgotten our first steps,
but try instead to remember our
last.