Talking of the Queen
my family feels it.
Like the loss of an ageing aunt
who we never met,
but who knew us so well.
One whose privilege to meet
Only others can tell.
And although we forsook the Yuletime embrace,
there were daily reminders about the place.
A well travelled relative whose every move,
was filmed,
recorded.
Applauded.
Approved.
Then beamed ‘round the world with
much ado!
It’s like we all grew older with my aunt…
An aunt I never knew.
Refer to: Poet Laureate for a day
That’s great Andy!
Nice one! I thought you weren’t keen on composition
A widely shared sentiment expressed in an original form. I like the irregular but chiming rhymes.