Upon Watching A JFK Documentary (A Poem)

Upon Watching A JFK Documentary

I remember when he died
my father cried.
I’d never seen him cry before
– or afterwards –
A whispered adult supper
round the dining table.
We children ate grilled cheese
in another room.
It reminded me
of when Kay killed herself
and everyone said
it was just a hunting accident.
Then we all grew up
and had a nice Thanksgiving dinner.

Ellespeth

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