| A Tribute to Jacqueline Kennedy Lovely the way you walk.
You toss your head and laugh again.
Your children dance around you
With a father's fondness
A father's smile.
Your hand touches dawn
As a gesture of light
Warms your path
And you are young again
What shall I say of noon?
For a testament of grief,
Holy as scripture
Quietly rests in your heart.
I will not turn the pages.
Fondly may the centuries
In humble testimony,
To feet further than ours,
Guard you in their vigil.
May his blessings tenderly embrace
All your today's,
As a flame softly quivers,
Bending to your prayer,
Cool, pondering.
Please, wait for my hand
For where is love
Without you?
Remember,
As evening smiles on a valiant brow,
Tomorrow is not far away,
Hardly a breath
From his yesterday, his love
And a palm of roses. |
A Tribute to Bobby Kennedy Swift the smile I fondly look back upon
With your eyes dancing through your hair
A brother's blend of a summer's meadow
And a boyish hope.
A carousel of arms never failed to greet you.
You had to be a winner
and you were
To make gentle the life of the world
Was the threshold of your every day.
Noon laughed with you. Why not?
For a friend was just around
The corner of your grin.
You shook hands
With sunset and sunrise
And they didn't want to let go.
America shone with your welcome
And stood tall in her tears.
Night was always morning
With your loved ones
For your arms didn't know the difference.
This poem is my embrace.
I wish it could be more than words.
You often walked alone.
Magnificent in your solitude,
A pal to a wandering shore.
And yet,
The love of many walked with you,
Not hidden in your hope
For you had promises to keep.
You are more than memory.
I can feel you right beside me.
How?
I can't help it! I can't help it!
Distant, we are together.
Where are you now, Bobby?
Like my mother
You are in my heart.
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A Tribute to Rose Kennedy Is there a son along the shore?
A mother sees almost as far as God.
Sunset fades . . .
. . . yet not
The candle glowing in your heart
Waiting . . .
. .
.waiting . . .
THE APPLAUSE!
THE COMMAND!
THE SENATE!
THE NOMINATION!
THE SPEECHES!
THE CROWDS!
THE ACCLAIM!
THE TUMULT!
HUSH!
Where are they now?
A thousand days in your heart
Remember One
Nothing transcends the infant
The lad on your lap once sleeping
Like a crown of petals
Unforgotten
A mother's brow hides a host
of midnight's
And gathers them into her love
like children.
A mother sees almost as far as God
Is there a son along the shore?
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