Wednesday, 30 May 2012

Thursday Poetry 12 - The Queen



When I was three she ascended the throne
A young royal with a husband from Greece
The ruler of all abroad and at home
Employment for decades without release
As a working mother she knew the pain
of raising children through tribulation
Marriage, divorce, grandchildren and some shame
She fought through for family and nation
Ruling with politicians of all shades
The Queen dealt with each in equal fairness
Great tragedy came amid routine days
Diana, duty done, became careless


God bless your Royal Highness - Long live the Queen
The greatest of mothers the world has seen.
© David L Atkinson May 2012





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