Rhymes of the Heart
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~John F.Kennedy~ ~SigsByDarlene~
Dallas streets were crowded, emotions running high, for President and Mrs.Kennedy, would soon be passing by. A motorcade of open cars, cameras flashing all around, panic breaks out everywhere, what was that awful sound?
Gunfire echoed through the Plaza, struck our President in the head, a frantic race to Parkland Hospital, Doctors pronounced Him dead. Mrs.Kennedys pink suit turned crimson, on that fated run, and in her grief she shouted,"let them see what they have done".
Then back home in Washington, our President laid in state, Mrs.Kennedy explained to their babies, of their Daddies fate. Mourners from around the world, gathered in deepest respect, pain shown on all the faces, with tears they'd not neglect.
Horses bore our fallen President, mourners waited in solemn face, bound for Arlington National Cemetery, his final resting place. His little boy stands and salutes, his lifes been torn apart, a picture etched so deeply, each bore it in their heart.
At the close of the service, Mrs.Kennedy lit an eternal flame, burning over her husbands grave, her life never to be the same. She'll never forget the nightmare, that brought them to this day, with little boy and girl in hand, she was gently led away.
Our Nations youngest President, filled with hopes and dreams, was brutally taken from us, through hateful unknown schemes. He fought hard for this Country, for its future and its past, rest now Mr.President, you've found true peace at last.
by...Debbie
I remember this well, I was sitting in school when the teacher announced it, everyone was crying so hard,I didn't undersand untill a few days later what it really felt like to mourn someone.That was when my Father died, I felt then I knew why everyone cried so hard for someone they loved. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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