A personal tribute to my child Stephanie upon her graduation from high school, 1993. 
I bear today
A countenance of promised dreams;
Sanguine visions sweetened with
Maytime baskets
of floral scents and sights
to smile upon the face of
spring’s delights. And while
the frosted tears of winter’s cry
melt and flood the
mountain streams,
I pause to wipe the joyful tears
I’ve cried
for my daughter’s life and being,
and her countenance of promised dreams.