Kennedy (From Runcorn and Widnes World)

Kennedy

5:05pm Tuesday 26th June 2007

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BLOOD AND RAIN It only takes the damp, dirty streets And the smell of cheese and onion crisps, To remind me of the assassination announcement.

Old people in the dole queue grieved for a stranger.

Kennedy was dead, he'd been shot.

Even at seven years old, I knew the world had changed.

I walked slowly home holding my fathers hand, Fighting back fierce tears for a stranger.

I wondered what his children would do, Without their fathers hand to hold.

We arrived home soaked to the skin, Watching the rain Kennedy would never see.

This won a prize on radio Merseyside last year!