PrintMarch 10, 2008
Puzzled (a poem)
Which way shall I turn?
Oh, how I yearn
To have this puzzle solved for me.
His adorable ears
Or her heartfelt tears?
Is it Barack or is it Hillary?
Substance you say?
That won't get in my way.
I want change and I want it now!
I look toward the sun.
A new day has begun.
Not a worry line creases by brow.
"Yes we can!"
What a man!
A savior might this bright being be?
Yet the red telephone
Gave me pause, I own.
I won't fret. I'll just wait and see.
Mimi Evans Winship
