November 22, 1963 Poem by Genevieve Lexow

She chose gay pink this day because glad joy
Dispelled a fear long near her heart. His life -
So eager, fine, no danger could destroy!
Their love swelled deeply as he saw his wife
Across the thronging crowds and smiled at her;
Above red roses she returned his glance.
The southern noonday sun beheld the stir
Of surging loud acclaim. No circumstance
Should mar so sweet a scene - a leader loved.
Approval of his friends on every hand.
"Oh, No!" A shocking sound all joy removed
And sent a wave of grief through all the land.
Upon her gay pink dress, a quiet head
And at her feet, a bunch of roses red.