The day of rededication
The day of rededication ... The day of dignity restored ...
The day of bright sun and crisp air
The day of oaths sincerely taken
The day our flag was still there.
The day of dignity restored
The day for a poet, dressed in yellow
The day her words and gestures soared
The day of hope for what’s to follow.
MarianI have recently retired from a marketing and technical writing and editing career and am thoroughly enjoying writing for myself and others.
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moving, right on!, well written
Your own poem surged with the positivity of the day, Marian. I, too, feel relieved, renewed and filled with hope. Thank you for sharing your vision.
Thanks, Betsy, glad you felt the same way about the day.
That day, I felt the most hope for the future that I have since the horror of Election night 2016.
Thanks, Dave. We just have to hope, and to have hope!
I love your poem, Marian. It captures what I felt as I cried throughout Biden’s inauguration. Here’s to hope and dignity restored.
Somehow that day made me think of Hanukkah, of all things, when a place was desecrated and rededicated. We have work to do but there is hope.
This is a wonderful poem, Marian, I’m so glad you wrote it. I understand why you thought of Hanukkah, because the Capitol was indeed desecrated two weeks earlier, and then rededicated on the 20th. Perfect!
Thanks, Suzy. Earlier this morning at Zoom Shabbat services we sang the Song of the Sea from Exodus (the Israelites crossed to the other side of the Sea of Reeds), and it also reminded me of the joy of the inauguration day.
This week is Shabbat Shirah, the sabbath of song, which is my favorite service of the entire year. We also sang that joyful song last night, and our cantor commented that we had finally arrived on the other side of a sea that it took four years to cross!
Just a beautiful poem, Marian. As usual, you have managed to so perfectly capture a moment in just a few well chosen lines of poetry. Truly a day of hope. Or, at the least hope for hope.
Thanks, John. I was drawing a total blank on conveying what I felt into what to write for this story, and at 5:30 Thursday morning I woke up with a part of this poem in my mind. Thank goodness for how the subconscious works sometimes.
A splendid shining poem, Mare…about half a RetroFlash, and proof that less can indeed be more. I love that you woke up to a poem in progress.
Thank you, Barb. Sometimes the intuition takes over and nice things come about because of it.
Thanx Marion for your wonderful poem honoring the day and the young poet “dressed in yellow” who inspired us!
You’re welcome, Dana. Amanda is indeed an inspiration.
There was something about Amanda’s choice of yellow that really helped her shine! I’m glad you incorporated that detail into your rendition of the day’s highlights.
Agree, Dale. She brought more sunshine to the day.