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Moms View Message Board: Short Stories, Poetry and Articles : John John
A little boy is alone today. He has no one with whom to play. His birthday passed without a thought. No happy wish nor presents brought. On Saturday, when he awoke, He noticed when his Mother spoke Her voice was different in a way. "Your Daddy won't be home today". His Daddy's office was locked up tight And downstairs was as dark as night. His nurse called to him, combed his hair And sent him softly down the stair. Then near a casket three did stand. His sister Caroline held his hand And told him why their Mom was sad. "A bad bad man has killed our Dad." He stood and watched the funeral go Winding along the street below. He heard the sounds of rifles muted. Then turned, and to his Dad saluted. B. V. Dahlen © Written the week of the funeral of John F. Kennedy, in 1963 when I was 16.
You have a real talent. Thanks for posting.
Excellent Bea
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