John F. Kennedy Jr. Remembered


Every morning I walk through the Park,

across the bridge, down the hill…

and expect to see you.


I expect to see you

dashing from 1040 on roller blades, in your navy pinstriped suit, looking like your father

when you practiced law and worked at the D.A.’s office on Centre Street.


I expect to see your mother, beaming beside you beneath her green awning

brushing away lint on your jacket sleeve.

You open the door to her taxi and wait for it to leave, despite your skates.


I expect to pass you crossing Fifth in one of your funny hats turned backwards…

riding a bike,

or walking the dog you rescued and were fined 50 bucks, for letting it run free.


I expect to catch you at the newsstand, perusing papers, same as me,

grinning, nodding in complicity why we wait to be told…

“This is not a Public Library.”


Maybe later I’ll meet you coming home, your arms around a leggy girl…

who very soon you’ll marry and plan to grow old with.

But I expect, this just won’t be.


John Kennedy Jr will be gone 17 years tomorrow.


(November 25, 1960 – July 16, 1999)



About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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6 Responses to John F. Kennedy Jr. Remembered

  1. Rob says:

    I really like the way you have done this. The crescendo is most effective and very clever.

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Such poignant poetry, Susannah. From what I read of him, despite his background of privilege and heartache, he seemed like such a nice young man with a lot of promise.

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    • I think so too Skinny. He wore his lineage with great grace. He never hid nor got upset if approached. I saw him all the time. For a while we went to the same gym, and I remember one incident where, during this boot camp kinda class that in hindsight, we all must have been nuts, but you know how intrepid youth can be, where you’d run around a long mat doing various things…jumping, running sideways then backwards…insane stuff. Well once I tripped and fell and out of I’d say, 25 people, he was the only one who stopped to help me up. His mother raised him well.

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  3. citylimits says:

    you certainly have a way with words and giving the past meaning

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