I wrote this poem in February 2009 in my creative writing class.
The Lincoln Memorial that morning
Seemed to reflect the unusually bright sun.
He spoke to the people a warning
Of the struggles and pain to come.
It was the day of his inauguration.
Trumpets sounded, wide smiles on the screen,
An event viewed across the nation.
A grandmother waits, calm and serene,
Imagining her own grandmother
Never having the chance to see this day.
Marching on Washington, holding one another
Knowing they’d find a better way.
A sigh, a laugh, that hopeful gleam
In his eye.
He lives the dream.