Sad birthday for a little boy,
that day that he turned three.
His father dead, a nation mourned
for John F. Kennedy.
Sad birthday for a little boy,
who stood at Mama’s side
Could one so little comprehend
why his father died?
Sad birthday for a little lad,
before the flag draped form,
his salute forever frozen
in a frame of Kodachrome.
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 9:39 PM UTC
Sad birthday for a little boy,
that day that he turned three.
His father dead, a nation mourned
for John F. Kennedy.
Sad birthday for a little boy,
who stood at Mama’s side
Could one so little comprehend
why his father died?
Sad birthday for a little lad,
before the flag draped form,
his salute forever frozen
in a frame of Kodachrome.
Scene outside St. matthew the Apostle, Washington, D.C. 11/25/63
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