Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Election Eve -- A Lullaby
By Anonymous
Up late, the night before the election I watched on television a replay of the challenger's last campaign rally in a Midwestern state. More than 50,000 supporters cheered. A rock star stood in the background as the last breath of hope from the challenger floated into the autumn night.
As I watched, holding my sleeping infant daughter--her head lay against my shoulder, her only movements small peaceful breaths--I felt for a moment at least that same hope.
Soon I would drift off to sleep as well, still holding my daughter as we lay on the sofa in our family room. And in that slumber of an hour or two, maybe the both of us were in the same place, comfortable and warm in knowing that there was some nurturing force out there. Something that would be there for us when we woke up and never leave our side.
Up late, the night before the election I watched on television a replay of the challenger's last campaign rally in a Midwestern state. More than 50,000 supporters cheered. A rock star stood in the background as the last breath of hope from the challenger floated into the autumn night.
As I watched, holding my sleeping infant daughter--her head lay against my shoulder, her only movements small peaceful breaths--I felt for a moment at least that same hope.
Soon I would drift off to sleep as well, still holding my daughter as we lay on the sofa in our family room. And in that slumber of an hour or two, maybe the both of us were in the same place, comfortable and warm in knowing that there was some nurturing force out there. Something that would be there for us when we woke up and never leave our side.
