HER MAJESTY

I write this as an American,
Mesmerized by the Windsors,
As far back as my early childhood.

The Firm as they often refer to it,
Maintain a mysterious lifestyle,
Behind their subject’s everyday eye.

In a time without knights and kings,
Even queens and questionable opulence,
They live a life of past pageantry.

Struggling to find their place,
Somehow they remain relevant,
In today’s fast paced world.

Yet…

Her story told in the public eye,
Like that of a favorite theatrical play,
Carried out in a well rehearsed performance.

Her life choreographed in ceremony,
Like generations coming before her,
Written with intention and purpose.

Her reign over the Commonwealth,
Like the sun that never set on it,
She continued to shine her light.

Her Majesty,
Admired by many,
Revered by the world.

Her sparkling eyes,
Like that of a curious young child,
Exploring the world around them.

Her welcoming smile,
Like that of a grandmother,
Embracing the world as family.

Her words were few,
Like that of a shy school girl,
Yet everyone listened to her words.

Her life well traveled,
Like that of a well informed tourist,
Letting her senses absorb it all in.

Her presence took precedence,
Like that of a clock standing still,
Watching every step she took.

Her Commonwealth just a bit dimmer,
Over the remaining lands,
Of the once vast British empire.

Leaving her legacy,
She balanced service, duty, faith and family,
Job well done, your Majesty.

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