A Journey from
1944 to … Now
1989–90 School Year
Harmon Middle School
Another year of classes, plays.
An 8th Grade Farewell Show, of course.
My nights were busy as my days—
Such grading, planning …. Where’s The Force
When I require it, anyway?
This year our son would graduate
From high school. Such a happy day—
Though laced with worry and the weight
Of knowing he would leave our home—
For college, yes—and otherwise.
He was, of course, now free to roam—
To follow what enlarged his eyes.
And Joyce and I were now alone—
The first time since his lovely birth
In 1972. We’d known
Such joy with him—we’d learned his worth.
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