By Kristi Reindl
I stand among them.
The smiles painted in my memory.
Our steps have intertwined,
now joined once more for the march.
The call. A firm shake.
And in a moment, Iâ€™m on the other side
among cheers and lifted palms.
Their tassels rain down in accomplishment, assurance.
I stand too, but only to release my future,
toss my cap, and let God catch it.