In my earliest memory I am
Five years old, crying because
The afternoon cartoons have been
Replaced by something else.
My mother is saying be quiet
As she watches a man in tears,
And all I know is Hercules
Is not on. I don’t remember
The day, only that it is almost
Thanksgiving, only that my mother
Is crying, only that the hero
That saves the world is not there
And I do not understand why,
Do not yet know that the year
Is 1963, and everyone is crying.
Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.