A poem in honor of Ted Kennedy by 13-year-old Ben Haider.
There are many seats in the senate,
There only seems to be one who was able to sit
In each one and relate to each person who occupies it,
People dance their way off and on the senate floor
With politics as their only motivation,
While the “lion” stood, watching and waiting
For the moment to change
the heavy feelings around him.
He has a special gift, and that gift is seeing
The differences that divide us
And putting them aside,
His roar is still loud enough to write on
Papers and change people’s ideas,
His mane is still long enough to warm
He knew that most of us only
Saw in black and white, so he took out his
Paintbrush and painted vibrant
Colors into our bland life.
His boat took him for one last
Journey, one last race,
And his friends took him for
One last laugh.
And now, he has picked up his pen to
Say one last goodbye.
Ben Haideri is a 13-year-old West Roxbury, Mass., resident, who attends the Patrick Lyndon School in West Roxbury.