We mark the first Christmas without the queen mother
Heaven gained a wine-aged angel to reunite with another
On the other side of the wonderous wintery wonderland
Is a second home fit for a queen, so chic and grand
What glitters like sunlight against snow may seem gold,
But the loss of a loved one is worse than catching a cold
The spiders' webs across the windows coated in frost
Also shed tears after the queen mother's battle was lost
The queen in her cyan nightgown beaming in a chilling hue
And the soon-to-be king in a thick robe so dusty blue
He reflects on a few ideas for a wonderful winter wedding
As she takes yet another glimpse at her engagement ring
Its aquamarine gem centred in the shape of a snowflake,
But still no floral arch, bridesmaids or three-tier cake
Under the baby pink branches are gifts from grateful peasants
Who the couple thanked dearly for their lawfulness with presents
If only the queen mother was around to open gifts for her this year
Her daughter, the current queen is close to shedding another tear
But alas, she is celebrating the festive season in the clouds
And her special daughter is sure to keep making her proud
Any queen or princess can treasure her beauty, status, and wealth,
But what would always glitter greater than gold is good mental health
As the queen thanks her darling for her stay at her second castle,
She remembers what she was told throughout more than some hassle
All wrapped up in layered regality for the dream-like outdoors
The couple behold a bigger tree as a flock of robins soar
The trio of french hens softly cluck what they recall
Besides the eight maids milking and decking the halls
Each swan in the icy pond values each heavenly virtue
Six geese laying white gold eggs in an angelic gleam so new
The noble monkey butler returns from paying some more respects
In a purple coat and with great skill in several human dialects
Under the southern lights above the sugared, pearly land,
The yet-to-be king gently holds his true love's hand
Only a lot more aspects of a royal wedding to consider to go,
But at the moment, a kiss under a depoisoned mistletoe
And some more time to remember and honour the queen mother
Who many bade goodbye after she just could not recover
Even in the clouds above even more tiny puddles of tears,
She would wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
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Laura's Poetry Chronicles - Part 4
PoetryThe fourth part of Laura's Poetry Chronicles proudly present: . A sequel to "The Feline Of Fashion Design" that features more Feline's accomplishments and her romantic relationship with Jenny, Jerry Jordan's sister. . A Christmas poem loosely based...
