Golden Skies Poem by Holly Jamestone

We met you first as John John
Then as John, the man alone
A Kennedy so down-to-earth
Surviving on your own

We feel we always knew you
Though you never knew our name
You grew up in our nation's arms
We loved you all the same

The imprint of your sweet salute
The day that you turned three
Has stayed with us and warmed our hearts
As though you're family

Forgive us if we falter
As we start to reminisce
Remembering your father's death
Your mother's and that kiss

How on that day you told the world
She'd passed in her own way
You kissed her casket quietly
Then turned to walk away

Forever calm and dignified
You captured our respect
Uncommon grace and elegance
Were easy to expect

How proud your father now must be
Uniting with his son
And Jacqueline and Michael, little Patrick
All as one

We cannot help feel saddened
That your life was ever brief
But guidance and an inner strength
Will aid us in our grief

Forgive our tears as we salute
The Three-year-old, the Man
The Husband, the devoted Son
And all for which you stand

We bow our heads in deep respect
And whisper soft good-byes
We know that you're protected now amid the
GOLDEN SKIES

In Memory of
John F. Kennedy, Jr.
[1960 - 1999]

(7-21-1999)
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