When you reach out to take your diploma
	Don’t look at your mother or me
The sight of us might make you worry
	And concern yourself some, needlessly

For our pride will most likely spill over
	And it could look to you much like tears
But the truth is, our hearts will be happy
	With memories of eighteen great years

We hate that this means you’ll soon leave us
	For a life somewhere else, but we know
You have all the tools you’ll be needing
	For success now, wherever you go

Oh, we’ll all miss your face at our table
	Much more than you probably conceive
But your place in this family stays constant
	And the love doesn’t change when you leave

Today, celebrate a good finish
	But it’s also a good start that we cheer
Be proud and savor the moment
	You’ve worked hard and well to get here

My hope at this era’s conclusion
	As you set out to start the next one
Is … you’ve had the fun with your father
	That your father has had with his son!