My teacher, Mrs. Briles, came in crying,And we all cried, too.
We had no clue what had happened
And were confused about what we should do.
Mom came early to get us that day,Her eyes red and filled with tears.
Not a word was spoken
As the miles home fueled our fears.
The car pulled into the drivewayAnd came to a sudden halt.
Mommy jumped out and ran through the front door.
Did I do something?
Was this my fault?
Kimmy and I tiptoed into the hallAnd heard a sad, gruff voice on the t.v. slowly say,
“Our president, John Fitzgerald Kennedy
was assassinated at 12:30p.m. today.”
The television showed a line of carsDriving in a big parade.
It focused in on an open-topped car
From which the President and Mrs. Kennedy smiled and waved.
Seconds later, shots rang out, screams were heard,And the cars with motorcycle escorts took off.
Mrs. Kennedy climbed over the back of the car
As our president’s head dropped.
The next day Mommy took us to Faye Faye’s house,Because our school was closed to mourn.
Over and over we watched the movies play.
Why would a man take our presidentWho worked for equality?
What made him hate a man so much
Who strove to make the world free?
Our family and most AmericansWatched the President’s funeral on t.v.
Everything was black with a dirge and drums
Playing a solemn beat.
The casket was draped with the American flagAnd transported in a wagon pulled by a horse.
As it rolled past Mrs. Kennedy and the children,
Jon Jon saluted his daddy, of course.
President Kennedy was buried inOn a cold November day.
An eternal flame was lit on top of his grave,
And I heard my Granddaddy say,
“The torch is passed.”
***John Fitzgerald Kennedy, the 35th President of the