Losing An Anchor

I watch the news on PBS The rare times I’m inclined, For their reporters are, to me, Well-spoken and refined. Election times are when I turn To listen to their panel And there’s no need to ever feel I need to change the channel. Gwen Ifill was an anchor there, As classy as they come. The news of her demise has left me Sad, surprised and numb. Her absence from the station Led, as far as I could tell, To some viewer speculation That she wasn’t feeling well. For I’d bet the chance to talk After the candidates debated Would be one she’d never miss unless She’d had to be sedated. I’ll not soon forget Gwen Ifill With her funky specs of blue. She performed in brilliant fashion, Which is what she’d meant to do.