The reason I have this poem to share
is because I saw it in the paper after President
John F Kennedy died in 1963 and I saved it in
the picture section of a wallet that I've had
since I was fourteen.
It was so strange that our own father died
the following October when I was fifteen.
Candy's poem was truly moving for me.
I vividly recall having read the above poem
many times over the next number of years.
May God bless all those who mourn
following that tragic plane crash
that claimed the lives of John F. Kennedy Jr,
his wife Carolyn Bessette Kennedy, and her sister,
Lauren Bessette. May God's blesssings of peace
renew you and strengthen you I humbly pray.Due to the many email
requests I have received
from people looking for the words to Candy Geer's poem
"Six White Horses" I will included the poem here
in memory of John F. Kennedy Jr., his wife Carolyn
and his sister-in-law Lauren.
Six White Horses
Six white horses came today
to take my Daddy far away.
Mommy said I must be good
and stand as big as Daddy would.
And now I'm big so I won't cry
when I see my Daddy wave goodbye,
'cause Daddy is my special friend
he always comes back soon again.
I cannot wave, I don't see why,
there's just a black box moving by.
But Mommy says I should be still,
I'm a big boy now, and so I will.
I hear some drums, they're awful loud,
but Mommy is sad and so's the crowd.
And everybody's dressed in black,
but Daddy soon will hurry back.
We're going to take a walk to mass
then maybe I'll see my Daddy pass.
I wonder why we're only three,
he always comes to church with me.
Two men are talking, I can see,
they said they're very proud of me.
They said my Daddy's in that box,
that black one with six gold locks.
I have on a big boy's suit
and now it's my turn to salute.
I do it just like big boys do,
because I have to be one too.
They're going to stop, and then just leave,
but in that box, how can he breathe?
Though I do not understand,
there's Mommy here to hold my hand.
He's going to leave and not come home!
We just can't leave him here alone.
I want to hear him laugh and say,
"John-John, come here so we can play."
I don't see Daddy anywhere,
I want to cry and I don't care.
He's in the ground, he cannot be,
he should be right here holding me.
But Mommy says I must be good,
so I'll stand as Daddy would.
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(c) Written by Candy Geer, a 15 year old
High School Student.
When she wrote this poem, Candy Geer,
was a student at Grosse Pointe High School,
now Grosse Pointe South High School,
in a suburb of Detroit.
(I thank Caitlin for this information.)
Viola Doncaster, July 24, 1999.
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