November Twenty-Second
Forty-eight 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.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2011
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