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On the Eve of November 24
by
Randy Cadenhead

I don’t remember this day from fifty years ago
But I know that my world was simpler then
Not knowing where Dallas was
Or of snipers and grassy knolls
It was a time when our parents were all-knowing
And hiding under our school desks
Could protect us from atomic war
The world like our TV’s glowed
In black and white while
Opie and I fished with our dads
And we played house in our fallout shelters

My children likely will not stop tomorrow
To think about that world and how it changed
From a two dimensional screen to
A place with an abyss as deep as the loss
We each felt not just of a president
But of what we thought we stood on and for
They live in a hurried world
Where snipers roam daily
one jaded and untouched by innocence
I will stop tomorrow to mark the day
But what I will wish for
Is to remember today and that every day
Will be today to them

--Submitted by Randy Cadenhead on 2013-11-21.

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