It has been said, that after JFK’s assassination, His brother Bobby was so grief stricken, he took to wearing JFK’s presidential jacket. Often disappearing from the crowded house for long walks around the property alone…coming back smiling…
but the light had gone out…
How do you write what’s never been written before?
what do you say?
I wonder what the world would be like today, if those shots had never been fired?
Maybe these two brothers saw a world no one else wanted to see…
After Bobby was shot
The first thing he said was
“Is everyone ok? Is everyone ok?”
How do we get back to that?
JFK, was wracked with illness and not only war scars but pain every day.
But most of the time no one would have even known.
It’s been said that had he lived, he would have most likely been victim to his illness anyhow.
The world turns and the shadows fall closer to the property lines and the boundaries we’ve made…
The voices echo in the background like static from the past…
Only now, today, we don’t have static, do we? We have streaming,
But the ghosts remains
Like a blood stained flag
In the background
Whether our eyes can comprehend it or not.
What was it like?
Striving to the future. A better future for everyone.
We like to believe we won’t be touched by the darkness.
But the darkness remains…
Oh that we would remain
With courage and kindness
With the ability to reach out a hand
And take those steps forward
Seeking to leave
A better future
A better tomorrow
For our children…
How do you write what’s never been written?
I imagine you probably can’t
It’s a grief that can’t be written
Those shots fired
The days following
And turning into months
But the ghosts remain
In the background
But so does the courage
And the vision
And the ability to dream dreams.
I know we are not perfect and mistakes are always made…
But there is still a room for goodness and even with our faults, we can always reflect the best of ourselves
Our communities and our country.