Once the queen of a castle small,
Now I’m not a queen at all.
It once was mine to reign up high,
O’er magicians and masters and stars of the sky.
It was gallant, it’s true, my image to keep,
A dazzle to hide how my broken mind weeps.
Changes beset changes, to lay me to rest,
With naught but a broken dream, my child to my chest.
Till wonder encased me, set my mind straight,
A reason for loving and discarding hate.
With washing and cleaning and wiping off noses,
And changing those diapers that don’t smell like roses…
And pat-a-cake, rocking chairs, trouble to taste,
I find I have no time left over to waste,
On minding your business or playing a game.
I’m too happy to be angry or laying down blame.
So I gave my crown, with a smile, to another,
Alas, I’m now but just a mother!
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