Weeping Caroline



 

 

 

Weeping Caroline

 

Fifty years ago, you turned to find him gone;

Somehow in her grief, your mother carried on.

She raised you and your brother with a lot of love and care;

With such a family legacy, the load was hard to bear.

 

For Camelot has faltered, there's been pain along the way;

First a sibling stillborn, then little Patrick Bouvier.

Then only three months later your father bid adieu;

He never meant to hurt or abandon you.

 

You still had little John John and your mother held you close;

Off to Uncle Bobby in sanctuary you did go.

Then suddenly (how could it be?) but yes, it's truly so;

Bobby was assassinated...to Greece you had to go.

 

A reprieve seemed apparent as you grew to womanhood;

Weeping Caroline was replaced with one who's values stood.

You held firm to your beliefs and had a life along the way;

Then tragedy's sudden reminder--your mother passed away.

 

We saw you there beside your brother...a lady of style and class;

Who would have dared to whisper Death again would show it's mask.

The Prince of Camelot...how we loved to see him reign;

Yet again, we all wept, when tragedy struck his plane.

 

Weeping Caroline, we pray the tragedies are done;

It's time for only goodness for your daughters and your son.

We know the Royal Family of Camelot looks on;

To guide you in your destiny as in you they live on.