My Boy Poem by Ellen Rose Guilaran

My boy turned into an adult
By the academe standards
And boy, am I happy
To seem him happy
How his green pplo shirt
Hide the red flag walking he is
How his dainty clothes
And formal looks
Made him ever so dashing
Ever so handsome
Hiding, the sickly needy child
Abandoned, within
How I wanted to hug him
And say, 'Congrats! '
But not because he graduated
Because he survived
This cruel, vicious world for 18 years.