1963 [Gravity | Toll / Loss]

[3]

Mom’s gravity, weakening.

[63]

You likely can remember
where you were
when you heard the news
The President has been shot. He’s dead.
I can’t remember where I was.
I had turned three
nearly three weeks earlier.
I was an innocent, cried only
for Mom.

I’m certain my sisters
comforted me. Perhaps they sensed
the toll I was taking on Mom, the toll
from all this loss.

~*~

Andrew Shattuck McBride
NaPoWriMo ~ 2013 | My Day 1
April 3, 2013