"We, the people, declare today that the most evident of truths – that all of us are created equal – is the star that guides us still; just as it guided our forebears through Seneca Falls, and Selma, and Stonewall; just as it guided all those men and women, sung and unsung, who left footprints along this great Mall, to hear a preacher say that we cannot walk alone; to hear a King proclaim that our individual freedom is inextricably bound to the freedom of every soul on Earth."
It doesn't matter because (Like a soap opera) Dad’s parents married against parent's wishes and left Holland.
Of whom I too am extremely proud.
Water pump at the kitchen sink, fresh caught trout for breakfast,
Blue berries picked from the rowboat for lunch –
As he carved the new wooden-match-stick gun for my broken toy soldier -
Fought to bring his only love back from the brink.
Distant eyeless light and a voice that was not a voice
I know the exact words that were not words
Sending me back saying
"There are so many things you must do."
Though these "things" the commonplace
Going and coming, doing and sometimes not doing
The diurnal course of an ordinary life.
How she filled our house with love and light, a gift
For everything and everyone because of Jesus' new word,
And that morning in 1960 as I rushed from the house, turned back
As I sat in the highchair watching mother make WWII molasses cookies.
Turned pale yellow in that white margarine while I,
No older than two, sat soaped-up in the kitchen-sink-bath
Looking out the window at the backyard –
Tethered to the close line on a leash next door.
“Bambi” and my electric scissors, illness-shattered,
But held together by parents who refused to give up.
From Scotch-Canadian ancestors of equal but other nation historicity.
* Here is the link for Richard Blanco's Inaugural poem, One Today on the White House Website.