A Flag Ceremony Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting here waiting for a flag ceremony to begin - one that
my son will be in,

Hearing noise everywhere, instruments playing their songs
and drums with a separate rhythm all their own.

Anticipation waning, turning into anxiety, because I must be
going soon.

Children haven't arrived to be in or watch it yet, soon I
hope, I pray, I write and hope again.

Here they are, all up on stage, wearing green for Saint
Patrick's Day and some red for school spirit day.

It looks like Christmas around here instead of Ireland's
day.

It is nice, all instruments are in tune and are all finally
playing the same song.

Our son's flag ceremony was beautiful and full of life, I'm
so glad my son was a part of it.

And also glad that my younger son, got to watch and enjoy
it with me.