Regis College - Mount Regis Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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Magic Moments ' ' i ' Rosemarie practices to be a great mother! Passing On the Dream We sit across the table from one another: A startling “before and after,” a study in time. In your eyes I see a young woman’s reflection. Is the image there of your own youth, or of mine? My hands are yours less the freckled marks of age. I mimic your gestures unthinking. Your smile glows with the auburns of your autumn; Mine flashes hot with the flame of my spring. Lisa and her mom share a hug. Beneath your polite laughter echoes a girlish giggle Which age can’t silence or ignore. The tear on my cheek traces the same path As the tear of your youth years before. Once you walked before me carrying the dream. You sheltered me and held me when I cried. Now there are times when you let me lead. And at times we walk together with one stride. -Kathleen M. Sheerin 16 Mother- Daughter Kathy and her mom share a special moment.

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The Class of 1986 joins together to celebrate a Regis tradition. Lynn Coleman invests Maria Menard with her academic garb. A proud moment for Marguerite Haugh. Cap And Gown 15 All Photos. John Ncisicr

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A Date To Susan and her dad sit this one out. Laura and her father share a special night. Remember So Little Time Many times we walked the length of sunny seashores. And sailed on the diamond-sparkling waves Of the ocean we loved together; Or we climbed the “blue-dot” trail of the hill, My little legs scrambling to keep up with you. We looked from the tower with wondering eyes At the trees dressed in their autumn finery And later slid down the rocks of “Coon Hollow.” You would paint in the saffron summers. And I would climb the high scaffolding to sit and chatter: Of sailboats and apple trees. Of the balmy summer heat. Of the lilac scented air. Of who we were. And of what I was to become. I am grown and away- Far away from the idyllic days of childhood. We have so little time to share- So little time to understand each other’s lives. Still, I love you as I loved you then. Each spring, for one shiny, starry night We have come together with my new friends. We dress up in finery of our own And dance on recaptured memories of long ago. As we dance and share new hopes- Hopes that have grown and changed with me- I am a child once again. Thank you, daddy, for these special nights. For the dried flowers I keep to remind me. Thank you daddy, for the long ago times- And for being you- And for letting me be me. -Laura A. Kelly Father-Daughter 1 7