November Twenty-Second

Fifty-odd years ago

JFK died.

If you were living then,

You must have cried.

 

TV ran on and on –

Pink hat and shots;

Oswald and Ruby

Connecting the dots.

 

Bloodstains on Jackie,

The LBJ pledge;

All of America

Sitting on edge.

 

John John saluted,

The widow in black.

Innocence ended

And never came back.

 

Each twenty-second

The month of November,

Those moments flash back

And I pause to remember.

*This poem was written and posted

on November 22, 2011. The first line

read "Forty-eight years ago..."

I decided that I couldn't say it any better today.