There have been a number of poems posted lately about the campaign, most are of the epic sort, some quite good.
Here's my view of the campaign. From a much smaller and shorter perspective. (I am off to the hospital to spend the rest of the day with my aged mother, so I will collect your critiques and criticisms later. Mahalo.)
It's called "The Smallest Obama"
The Smallest Obama
May 20, 2008
She clings to her father’s hand
small fingers intertwined with his
The crowd is large and tall
and surges near;
faces she does not remember
happily call out her name
She looks up
and smiles at her father
he is tall, taller, tallest,
he waves and grins,
his hand touching outstretched hands
thousands of hands
each reaching to grasp as they shake
the one hand he extends outstretched
one hand,
but not both, not today
this one, in the curve of her fingers,
this one, is hers