Mother

Now, three years have passed.
Lonely, isn't it?
I'm walking across the stage,
All dressed up to leave,
Family with tears in their eyes,
So proud of me,
My accomplishments recognized,
My goals achieved,
I beam as brightly as I can,
Shining in the sun,
Because although she cannot be here,
With tears in her eyes, too,
I can still have her with me,
Etched into my dragon's bones.