Brayden

Brayden Football is my life. I LOVE IT. I used to play but I got a bad concussion and can't play anymore. My other love is basketball. I only played basketball when I was in 7th grade and I loved it.
 * Commencement, Pingree School **

Among these North Shore tennis tans I sit, In seersucker dressed, in small things fit; Within a lovely tent of white I wait To see my lovely daughter graduate.

Slim boughs of blossom tap the tent and stamp Their shadows like a bower on the cloth. The brides in twos glide down the grassy ramp To graduation's candle, moth and moth.

The Master makes his harrumphs. Music. Prayer. Demure and close in rows, the seniors sway. Class loyalty solidifies the air. At every name, a body wends her way

Through greenhouse shade and rustle to receive A paper of divorce and endless leave. As each accepts her scroll of rhetoric, Up pops a Daddy with a Nikon. Click. School Lunches They call their meatballs yummy  But really they upset my tummy On a whole grain bun, hot ham and cheese  Give me a break! For real? Please! Whole graain pepperoni pizza  I'd rather eat a Zebra Another whole grain bun this timesloppy joe It taste about the same as a crusty toe Nachos with cheese, really thats all? There's not even meat, I'm sad; I bawl. Disgusting, the texture of a sweet potato fry  Sweet potato puff, why? Watered down milk they call it fat-free  I ask over and over why oh why me?