Pillbox Hat

Jackie wore a pillbox hat

And all who watched remember that.

That image, with her rose-pink suit

Is something no one can dispute.

 

The bloodied suit, of wool boucle,

Is, in the archives, locked away,

But no one knows the whereabouts

Of Jackie’s hat, though some have doubts.

 

Her secretary and her maid

Were stubborn and could not be swayed

To say where maybe it was tossed

And so it was considered lost.

 

Most likely, it’s tucked out of sight

And in our lives won’t come to light,

Though some collector looks and sighs,

Enjoying that pink pillbox prize.