Last month marked the 13th anniversary of JFK Jr's horrific and tragic death. He was only 37 and one day would have been President of the U.S. This is my tribute to him:


A SALUTE TO JFK, JR.

I saw her coming towards me as I entered Heaven's gate,
And in that famous whisper heard, “Hi John, where's your mate?”
She'll be along with Lauren, they're inseparable you know,
Though she loves me dearly, it's that sister thing that shows.
She deplored the famous person our marriage made her be,
So Mother will you shield her like you used to do for me?

You were Mother and First Lady, Father's soul mate all in one,
Yet in our secret service world, as kids you made it fun.
You'll find our family all around, mixed in with all the rest,
We need no “secret service” here, we are the Master's guests.

Your sister's all alone now, John, she needed you so much,
But God will stand beside her; give her life a special touch.
The world still ponders how we stood these tragedies so long,
God only gives the greatest load to the children who are strong.

Your father thought for certain, his mantle you would wear,
His blood flowed through your veins, his dreams you'd bring to bear.
We could see it all unfolding, it was a perfect plan,
But somehow not meant to be, those earthly plans of man.
You stood so tall above the rest, and never once looked down,
But rather walked beside them, where life and love abound.

The nation mourned your passing, it's hard for them to see,
Why you were taken from them, they ask how can this be?
You were their Prince of Camelot, you were surely next in line,
Their plans for you were waiting in the drawing board of time.
The world is saddened over you, their grief shows once again,
They mourn not only what you were, but what you could have been.

I pray that you'll remember, as the days fade into years,
How I loved my life on Earth, filled with love, laughter and tears.
Please watch over Caroline, she needs You to make her see,
That her long life must now continue, only without me.
For I'm not there to shield her and protect her from the harms,
That often come to sisters, if they don't have brother's arms.
And Mother will you teach me, that salute just one more time?
For I see the Master coming and the honor is all mine!

The world stood in silence that day so long ago,
As a little boy saluted, the casket moving slow.
Once again the world stands still, as the casket's moving slow,
We now salute that same small boy & scream in silence, No! No! No!
We want you here where you belong, your work down here's not done,
We have too many plans for you, your young life has just begun.


R.I.P. John
I know you had a bright light to guide you into the next world.

Copy and paste much ? LOL what a thief.

I never claimed I wrote it. I don't know who wrote it P**py.

I do know it wasn't you.

Show some respect for John John.

Oh, and .....
















Eat me.

I'm a candy bar.

"This is my tribute to him".

The OP totally busted you. You ABSOLUTELY represented the "poem" as your own.

LOL

Jealous much?

Actually, let me clarify since, once again, you're so interested....

I changed some of the original poem and implemented some of my own verses.

Now put that in your dirty old pipe and smoke it real good.

Consult your dictionary for the word tribute.

Ta! Ta!

That makes more sense. I couldn't figure out how a "professional poem" had some of your clumsy phrasing. I'm sure the original author would be offended and mortified by your "personal touches".

It's a beautiful poem, why the owner left it. The verses I implemented are what makes it even more awesome.

I don't think the author would have minded at all. It states perfectly what most of the world was thinking during those dark days after his plane crashed.

I think your jealousy over what I can write and rhyme is most flattering. Are you enjoying my Peyton Place commentaries too?

Now put that in your corncob pipe and smoke it good and ponder .....

What school you went?