“Nephew, 18, graduating high school, Christian, South Carolina”

Eighteen summers shade the pines  
South Carolina’s golden line,  
Where marsh and breeze braid quiet prayer,  
And grace moves gently through the air—  
Here stands my nephew, cap askew,  
His gown as blue as Baptist pew.  

From childhood’s games in sun-cut grass  
To laughing nights that raced too fast,  
He’s learned, grown tall, and never strayed  
From faith that fills the world he’s made:  
A Bible worn with love and ink,  
A silent pause before he thinks,  

A kindness natural as rain,  
A river heart that won’t complain.  
His family’s hope, our church’s pride,  
With Christ and courage at his side—  
He walks the aisle, diploma near,  
A mix of tremble, thrill, and cheer.  

Magnolia blooms and gospel choirs  
Proclaim the dream that now aspires:  
To serve with open, earnest hands,  
To travel through life’s shifting sands  
With God’s own light upon his face,  
And roots sunk deep in Southern grace.  

From Summerville’s sweeping shade  
To Charleston’s old oak promenade,  
This milestone moment’s just the start—  
Blessings and wisdom fill his heart.  
There goes my nephew—strong and true,  
Eighteen and faithful, shining through.

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