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Roots and Wings
Roots and Wings IIIIII AA Crystal Marie Steed AA Graduation June 2, 1999 AAAAAAAA
Roots and Wings An anthology
of Poetry, Prose and Muse
Roots and
Wings
Having a
child, a daughter especially, is many things. She is tears, she is joy,
she is frustration, she is unbound pride, she is me, she is a stranger,
she is a child, she is a teacher, she is a daughter, she is a friend. These
few thoughts are for my daughter, Crystal Marie Steed, on her graduation
from Del Campo High School, class of 1999.
Crystal
was born seventeen and a half years ago on September 7th, 1981, in Santa
Rosa California. Every moment with this child is to be cherished. Gratitude
is offered for the blessing of being able to have her in my life.
Looking
back at the past seventeen years, I see a life begun and now a life on
the edge of the nest. When I gave my daughter her acceptance to Ricks College
in Rexburg Idaho, (where her grandparents, her aunts and uncles and her
parents attended)
"Well baby,
here are your wings".
She replied
with the same tear that was in my eye,
"But mom,
I don't know how to fly!"
I guess
this is just a little booklet to show her, and those who love a child,
that indeed she has the skills and the experiences that she needs to not
only fly, but to soar.
The Lessons
1 Naming
a Child Identity
2 Perfect
Imperfections Uniqueness
3 Baby Blankie
Dependance
4 Joy School
- School of Joy Beginnings
5 Kindergarten
Scholar Confidence
6 Setting
up Housekeeping Homemaking Skills
7 Through
the looking glass Procrastination
8 Jr. High
Vote for me! Persuasiveness
9 Your Favorite
Things Preferences
10 My Best
Student Spirituality
11 Computer
class Integrity)
12 Hugging
Love
13 Do you
remember? Traditions
14 Senior's
and Laurel's Responsibility
15 The Educated
student Education
16 The Perfect
Date Beauty
17 The Talent
Show Talents
18 Roots
and Wings Decisions
Naming a
Child
Holding
you gently, tiny bundle of mine,
Marsha Steed
‘99 ---<--{@ Chantaclair Rose
Perfect
Imperfections
When a mother
holds her newborn child.
She basks
in the sweet perfection
One - two
- Listen to her perfect coo...
Eleven fingers
oh what to do?
Marsha Steed
‘99
Dependance
The baby
blankie
Lovingly
the stitches sewn
Home from
the hospital you were wrapped & snuggled
Friends,
Family and leaders shook heads and sighed.
Shall this
scrap of babyhood still cuddled at night
Comforting
you through the day's chills and roughs
---<--{@
Mom - Chantaclair Rose '99
Beginnings
-Joy School
- School of Joy
In Joy School
the little blonde recited
and so mamma
did -
"Who'll
kiss mamma better, when her heart is hurt?
and so the
little girl did
The school
of Joy is
---<--{@
Marsha Steed - Mom.- ‘99
Confidence
Kindergarten
Scholar
Who is this
child so big and grown?
"How was
your first day of school?"
--<--{@
Marsha Steed ' 99
Homemaking
Skills
Advice
They say
They tell
you that
"A penny
saved is a penny earned" -
"A stitch
in time - Saves nine"
Dusting
& laundry & cooking & cleaning aren't exactly your forte?
---<--{@
Mom - Marsha Steed '99
Procrastination
Through
the Looking Glass
"Alice in
Wonderland" in her dress of blue
was what
in childhood, we called you.
Yet it was
the plucky adventurous blonde
imaginative,
curious, daring and fond
not the
White Rabbit singing,
"I'm Late
I'm Late!. . .!"
you were
supposed to emulate!
--->--{@
Loving mother, Marsha Steed '99
Persuasiveness
VOTE FOR
ME!
Crystal
Steed - the VP you need!
Campaigning
with smiles
The victories
won weren't only the titles;
The true
benefit came from
-=--<{@
Marsha Steed ‘99
Preferences
Your Favorite
Things
Raindrops
on Roses and Kisses from kittens
Purple prom
dresses' and ‘My Best Friend's Wedding'
Marsha Steed
' 99
(with help
from Rogers and Hammerstein )
My Best
Student
Every teacher
wishes for
For one
who hears the still small voice
Parable
and Metaphor
Such a student
I had but once
---<--{@
A Grateful Mom and Seminary Teacher
Integrity
Computer
Class
We taught
you many things
Words are
easily offered
Is there
evidence enough to convince them
---<--{@
Marsha Steed '99
Love
---<--{@
Marsha Steed 1999
Traditions
Do you remember?
Marsha Steed
'99
Responsibility
Senior's
and Laurels
What could
you possibly have in common
---<--{@
Marsha Steed '99
Education
The Educated
Student
Psychology,
Algebra, World History,
Looking
at this list, one would think...
1999 Marsha
Rose
Beauty
The Perfect
Date
"It's my
first date mom, do you think I look alright?
"Of course
not sweet one, I married him, to keep him near."
---<--{@
Marsha Steed ' 99
Crystal's
first date - with her Dad
Talents
The Talent
Show
The stage
lights up, and the curtain rises
An eager
mind,
You have
talents galore,
How long
have I wondered what it would feel like
I've given
birth to an angel, who was given to me to enjoy
But that
is not all that is hidden there.
For all
that you are, and all you have yet to find.
I've given
you all that a mother could.
You said
that perhaps your wings were not ready
---<--{@
Mom -
I love you
Crystal Marie
Marsha Steed
June 1999 My thoughts... Crystal
Steed
"Having
a child, a daughter especially, is many things. She is tears, she is joy
she is frustration, she is unbound pride, she is a daughter, she is a friend.…
Every moment with this child is to be cherished. Gratitude is offered for
the blessing of being able to have her in my life.
"I got my letter back today. The letter that between two phrases, 'Congratulations,' or 'We're sorry…' would determine my life. Am I ready for what I'm about to tell you? I have no idea. Am I ready for what lies ahead of me in my life? No way. I'm so scared. There are so many things that could happen. What will? … I wonder what my life will be like by the time you read this. There are so many questions about my future. I hope I can do it. I hope I can make you proud." I open the letter, and read: "Dear Crystal: Congratulations! We are pleased to accept you as a student to Ricks College for 3rd summer term starting in July." As I read
the first word of the letter, the tears, as I knew would, start streaming
down my eyes. My mother is down pouring as well. I can barely get the words
out of my quivering lips. My mom and I stand and embrace, hiding our sobs
in each other's hair. We know that this time our tears will be too many
to try and control. As we cry in the comfort of each other's arms, I notice
the mother and daughter looking at us. I smile at them, seeming to know
they understand what is happening.
"But I don't know how to fly!" "How long have I wondered what it would feel like to look at you in a blue graduation gown? How many nights did I dream and wish and wonder On the day you were born, could I have known? I've given
birth to an angel, who was given to me to enjoy
But that
is not all that is hidden there.
For all
that you are, and all you have yet to find.
I've given
you all that a mother could.
You said
that perhaps your wings were not ready
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