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A fawned-girl stands at a frosty window
Waiting
A boy with eyes of blue stands by a door
Waiting
A woman sits with misty eyes and knitted hands
Waiting
For one who will never come.

A man stands in a field of eternal bloom
Emerald grass and skies of blue
Where clouds drift and songbirds sing
He stands looking toward home
Waiting
For the day when they will come.
And stay.
Forever.

I imagine many remember the Peggy Noonan article: The Meaning of the Vote -- Democracy is a blessing--especially for "Broken Glass Republicans."
Well, on a thread discussing that, he is what BCM considered important in life:

To: Leto
She told me she takes her kids to vote with her, so they'll remember.
My grandfather came to this country as an immigrant from Northern Ireland. Election day was one of the biggest days of the year for him. He never missed an opportunity to vote after he became a citizen. He was a janitor, but he would come home from work and put on a jacket and tie like he was going to church before he went to the polls. His right to vote was sacred to him.
He would take me with him and let me pull the levers. I think of him every time I hold my son in my arms and show him which lever to pull. Teach your children; take them to the polls.

22 Posted on 11/06/2000 07:32:59 PST by BCM

To: SunnyJim I know I should be thinking things like, "Good men died so I could do this," and "God bless the Founders," and in a way I guess I do, but really I'm thinking, Thank you God that I'm so lucky I can vote, isn't it wonderful this country has been voting for more than two centuries, aren't we the luckiest people on earth that we have this gift.
I too had tears in my eyes while reading this.
29 Posted on 11/06/2000 07:41:57 PST by BCM

Wipe those tears now John, we will shed them in your stead. Many of us had a grandfather who worked as a janitor, mine did in a grade school. Having become a grandfather this summer, your reflections on how we were taught will stay with me in the message I carry to my grandchildren..