Monica L. Murphy
Forty-one years ago you turned to find him gone;
Somehow in her strength your mother carried on.
She raised you and your brother with a lot of love and care;
With a family like yours, the load was large to bear.
Camelot has faltered there’s been pain along the way;
First a sibling stillborn, then little Patrick Bouvier.
Then only three months later your father bid adieu;
He never meant to hurt you or abandon you.
You still had little John John and your mother held you close;
Off to Uncle Bobby in sanctuary you did go.
Then suddenly how could it be but yes it’s truly so;
Bobby was assassinated – to Greece you had to go.
A reprieve seemed apparent as you grew to womanhood;
Weeping Caroline was replaced with one who’s values stood.
You held firm to your beliefs and had a life along the way;
Then tragedy’s sudden reminder – your mother passed away.
We saw you there beside your brother a lady of style and class;
Who would have dared to whisper Death again would show its mask.
The prince of Camelot we loved to see him reign;
Yet still again we wept when tragedy struck his plane.
Weeping Caroline we pray your tragedy is done;
It’s time for only goodness for your daughters and your son.
We know the Royal Family of Camelot looks on;
To guide you in your destiny as in you they live on.
©Copyright November 2004 by Monica L. Murphy