I Explain Voting To My Grandson

Today I cast my little vote

Its destination shouldn’t be a mystery

It shouldn’t be like a toy boat

Sent out upon the sea


I put it in an envelope

And seal it with if not a kiss

Then with this message:

Don’t lose your way, little ballot

May nothing go amiss


I’m tracking my little ballot

From desk to box to door

My sweet little ballot

Shouldn’t end up on the floor


For my ballot carries some cargo

It carries a bit of me 

It says, I studied, I decided

It says I finally see


So take good care all you handlers

As it travels in between

The fingers and the apertures

Of all the sorting machines


You may not have the stature

You may not have the size

But you’re more than a mark on paper

You may even grow to be wise


You’re fit, my little ballot

You’re signed and dated

You’re strong, you’re woke

You’re ready to be counted

Then you will become become a vote


I love you, my ballot

Even though I’ve sent you away

Nothing about you is absentee

For me you are never delayed


So goodbye and good luck, my ballot

I’m part of you and you’re part of me

And for better or for worse

That’s democracy.

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