'And then he too, belonged to the ages' by Carol Boss

Carol Boas of Wilton was 16 when President John F. Kennedy was killed. She was a junior in high school in Skokie, Ill., a suburb of Chicago.

“I, like most Americans, remained glued to the television set for days,” she said recently. “The funeral remained forever etched in my mind.”

That day, 50 years ago, she wrote a poem, which she shared with The Bulletin:

 And then he too, belonged to the ages

The day was clear,

But clouds of grief engulfed mankind

The day was chilly,

But deep within the hearts of the people,    warmth and compassion for

the bereaved

The day was bright,

But black subdued a mourning world

The day was dry,

But tears trickled down somber faces

A flag flew at half-mast;

A black horse was riderless

The day was everlasting,

But she never faltered, her children by her side — a symbol of his


The day was historic,

As world dignitaries gathered to show deep respect and admiration

The day was lonely,

Amid huge crowds, she accepted the flag from his coffin, and the Navy

band played Hail to the Chief

The day was poignant,

As a bewildered little boy saluted the coffin

The day was over,

And then, he too, belonged to the Ages

A flag flew at half-mast;

A black horse was riderless

— Carol Boas