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

Everybody’s hearts.


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.