Reader Jo Bond sent us a poem she wrote about the Afghan women voters described by A.M Mora y Leon over the weekend. We like it:

All I know is what I saw in the picture

Dark eyes beneath blue linen

Manicured hands holding the document.

Did she wake up this morning and say

'What shall I wear?

For Making History'

Did she go from the burgundy

To the teal green

To the saffron

And finally decide on the water blue

Embroidered in the same aqueous hue?

Did she call her sister

And ask 'What shall we wear?

Today we make History.'

Or does she just go because

It is a day to wear the blue

To get out

To giggle with sisters under scarves?

To flirt

To gossip

Or does she carefully lift the Document

From a cedar box

Read every word

Read every word again

And go out into the world

To Make History?