Christal Ann Rice Cooper on April 13, 2019

Christal Ann Rice Cooper on April 13, 2019
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Sunday, November 27, 2016

Poem from the Jacqueline Lee Bouvier Kennedy Onassis Poetry Series by Chris Rice Cooper . . .

Christal Cooper – Poem 202 Words
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Jackie’s Weeds
Jacqueline Lee Bouvier Kennedy

Mother between her fatherless children,
on the steps of the White House North Portico,

they walk
to the place where he lay
as Lincoln had lain.

We’re going to say good-bye
to Daddy.  She is so close
to the closed coffin covered
by the United States flag.

Dressed in black,
her pale face a shadow
behind sheer black lace.

She kneels and kisses the flag
covering the coffin.
Then Caroline kisses the flag.
And John does
as his big sister does.
Orphaned children dressed in blue.

She lifts the veil to Cardinal Cushing,
draws a cross upon her chest.
When will this agony end?
Accepts the flesh, the blood.

Caroline grasps her hand,
I’ll take care of you, Mummy.
And John salutes his father.

Despite the Eternal Flame
her face is a shadow
beneath the black clouds,
the cold pouring rain,
God’s angry thunder,
Satan’s wind

blowing them to St. Matthew’s,
and John’s question
Where’s my Daddy?

Finally, in Arlington,
embracing the flag that covered him,
the end of the service . . .
was like the fall of a curtain,
or the snapping of strings . . .

Jackie’s widow weeds
the only thing


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Wednesday, November 23, 2016

"Pink Blossoms" from the Jacqueline Lee Bouvier Kennedy Onassis Poetry Series by Chris Rice Cooper

Christal Cooper – Poem 351 Words
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Pink Blossoms
Jacqueline Lee Bouvier Kennedy

She didn’t want to go to Texas.
Those cowboys act as if they can ride.

she flipped open
her red leather appointment book
and wrote T-E-X-A-S across
November 21, 22, and 23.

On Air Force One
he made Bloody Marys,
and they touched their glasses,
just like the first time.

And, for the first time in ten years
she was happy
in a pink Chanel Suit
with the pink pillbox hat
Jack loved.
You’re going to show these Texans
what good taste really is.

Lincoln SS 100 X
side-by-side in the rear seats,
red roses between them,
in dark sunglasses
her white-kid-gloved hands
waving, like baby doves fluttering.

Take off the glasses, Jackie.
His last words to her.
Soaked by his brains, blood,
pieces of his flesh-colored skull,

the long stemmed roses
between them.

She tried to piece his head back
like a jig
held it together.
But his blood and brains
were cake batter
baking in her white-glove hands.

Lady Bird said the car
was a bundle of pink blooming drifts
of blossoms.

At Parkland Hospital
she saw his body
in undershorts,
white from the loss of blood.
She kissed his feet,
his lips, his cheeks.
Father Hofer gave the last rights,
and she knelt in the corner,
said prayers for the dead.

Everyone insisted she change.
No.  Let them see what they’ve done.
She work pink and blood for hours.

On the way to the White House
Admiral Buckley handed her two dying roses,
retrieved from a trash can-
all that was left of her welcome
bouquet.  She laid them to rest
in her pocket.

She wanted to tell the children
but Nanny Maud did

She went to the nursery,
her girl, boy standing tall.
Dressed in pajamas.
The thing to remember most of all, your father
was President of the United States.

Caroline wrote a letter to Daddy,
then placed her hand on John’s
and wrote another –

to place in the 500-year-old
African mahogany coffin
where his face waited like a wax mask

from Madame Tussaud’s.

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