J.F. Kennedy Jr. On the evening of July 16, 1999, John F. Kennedy Jr; Son of US President John F. Kennedy, died when the light aircraft he was flying crashed into the Atlantic Ocean off Martha’s Vineyard, Massachusetts. Kennedy’s wife, Carolyn Bessette, and sister-in-law, Lauren Bessette, also died in the accident. Mr. Kennedy, 38, was piloting the single-engine Piper Saratoga with his wife and sister-in-law onboard when it got lost in the Atlantic. He had intended to drop Lauren Bessette off at Martha’s Vineyard, then fly on to Hyannis Port for the Saturday wedding of his cousin, Rory Kennedy.
Twenty four hours, after the accident was reported and there was still no sign of the Aircraft or its passengers, it became obvious that rescue efforts had fallen short of all human expectation; making the author of the poem below to lament that “fate enveloped him like cloth, nature cuts him down and his flower withers in his hand”.
The short poem is therefore a little tribute to the young Kennedy, his wife and sister-in-law.
AND THE FLOWERS WITHERS IN MY HANDS
“A SONG FROM JFK JR.”-who died in a 1999 plane crash
The celebration of another Daughter of the Family.
There we go in Trio.
And sitting to my right hand is the flower of my life,
the branch of which resides immediately in our “rear”.
The evening wind blows cold and the sky turbulent,
Enveloping a freezing sea of water below.
The journey shatters when it dawns on us,
That seat belts could no longer hold us safe.
But not too far away, in waiting, are faces of our loved ones,
Whom nature dawns on us we may never see again.
The bang, extremely loud, shatters our dream,
And our conveying box, all entreaties denied.
The sea below, though fast approaching maintains its freezing nature
And what a plunge where no witness, yet could testify.
The rest of my memory I can never recover
But I witness, my flower withers in my hands.
Abuja, Nigeria, 4am Sunday July 18, 1999.