The Lesson Holds

In 2024 a few of us went together
to vote.
Two cars,
a small family errand.
The line moved slow.
A volunteer handed out stickers
and pointed toward the booths.
My wife’s aunt leaned over.
“So who’d you vote for?” she asked,
like the answer belonged to the room.
I told her plain:
“I voted for the person I think
is better suited for the job.”
She waited for the rest.
But that was all I had to say.
Standing there
I heard my grandfather again—
a car idling on a Tuesday afternoon,
telling a boy
that freedom means you vote
and that your vote
is your business.
Some lessons
take a lifetime
to answer.