November 1963-The Day It Rained brains In Dallas.

 

 

I didn't know

John F. Kennedy,
but I knew of him,
they sent us

home from school
without a word on why,
and my mom

was all in tears,
and full of grateful

hugs to see us.


I didn't know

why he was killed,
but I was at his

funeral for three days,
glued to a little black

and white T.V. screen,
just a little boy,

aghast at the spectacle of death.


I watched

Lee Harvey Oswald
take a bullet in the gut,
his mouth an Oh of

wonder at death's grin,
and the films of

John's assasination
still haunt me

to this day.


A sunny day in Dallas,

he was in mid wave,
smile plastered on

his handsome face,
over and over we watched

the splatter of the bullet,
that stole camalot,

and reduced him to little.


I didn't know John John

would salute his daddies hearse,
only three years old

and oh, so brave,
but I cried over that moment,
and will never forget

what I know now.


I didn't know Jaqueline,
in her pillbox hat,

and bloodstained dress
but I just wanted to hug her
and tell her it would be alright,
she looked so sad

beneath her opaque viel,
she held him as he died,
and had to be so regal,
no tears until the

moment was right.


She was a pillar of calm

amidst the storm.


I didn't know any

of them personally,
but I miss the innocence

they presided over,

till it was all erased
when I was a wee lad,

seeing the real world
in all of it's ugliness,

for the very first time.

 

 

 

 

 

©-MFB III

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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas

One of your best works so far. I was only a month old to the day but I remember when John John died and that was and is very sad, great job.


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bat115 6 years ago from Los Angeles, CA

Beautiful. so tragic the Kennedy dynasty.

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