A Flag Ceremony

R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Sitting here waiting for a flag ceremony to begin - one that my son will be in, Hearing noise everywhere, instruments playing their songs and drums with a separate rhythm all their own. Anticipation waning, turning into anxiety, because I must be going soon. Children haven't arrived to be in or watch it yet, soon I hope, I pray, I write and hope again. Here they are, all up on stage, wearing green for Saint Patrick's Day and some red for school spirit day. It looks like Christmas around here instead of Ireland's day. It is nice, all instruments are in tune and are all finally playing the same song. Our son's flag ceremony was beautiful and full of life, I'm so glad my son was a part of it. And also glad that my younger son, got to watch and enjoy it with me.

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