MY TINY CAMELOT

they called him
ken,
he who made
me-
delivered by mom
flo.
he wandered
away,
she drank and
broke.
down they went,
clueless to
us-
my brother
and me.
a car ride
i recall, to
hell -
a foster
home
of evil;
then came
jack
on tv.
i watched and
named him
ken in my
heart, but
Kennedy
was the truth.
where ken was
gone,
i saw jack.
the smile
and hair the
same. one
gone-
the other
on tv.
a few years
later,
someone killed
my dad on tv.
ken died
in 1993.
it's November
again -
1963 stained me.
no one knew
jack was my
dad
but me.
my tiny
Camelot
in a sad
season.
i miss him
still.

@copyright 11/24/2009 Kathy Thayne Herman