Black and White Photograph c. 1969
by MFrost Delaney
At Graduation, Still A Child
When hopes and dreams abound, when innocence still waits
for understanding teenage dances, weekend dates,
for freedom from the isolation of the woods,
a family house set back, the promise of some coulds:
I could escape, I could forget it all, the hates.
My mother liked the smiling pose. A beam creates
illusion–discontentment with one’s life abates.
But I was serious, rejecting all the shoulds.
When hopes and dreams abound,
Is when the locked doors of a life unlock, the gates
to freedom open to an unknown world that waits
for me as I try to forget my childhood’s
lack of tears, envision all the wanted goods
my heart, in all its years alone, imaginates,
When hopes and dreams abound.