What happened to that pretty music teacher?
She called us to start rehearsing for Christmas and it wasn't even
Of course, a sixth grader shouldn't have these thoughts.
But, by God, when your president is murdered, what are you to think?
I, of course, thought immediately that I was part of history-
It even nudged a surprised, regretful smile out of this alter boy as our
Announced-"The President and the Governor of Texas have been shot."
There are no smiles now as I wonder...
What's happened to my mother?-she's become old now-
She's his age you know-it's hard to think of Kennedy in dotage.
My God! My father was even older than him-
He would be ancient now.
How was the news of history announced to the ancients?
Did they have paper boys like me who braved the rain and cold-
Made braver by the Big news-brave enough to forgo,
The ten cent chips and nickel pop at the Texaco station.
Who would rush out to announce the terrible news?
Now days, we're used to this stuff.
Why, when 911 came about-I didn't even smile,
It was already too early for the holidays.
I thought finally of all those young ones, like Carolyn and John,
Made fatherless like me.
But many pretty teachers aren't forever young like Jackie.
And I once heard Lenny Bruce claim she hauled ass to save ass from that
But how was he to know about the panic-
Especially not the terror of the silent death of their infant son.
Four months before,
During our last family vacation.