When people cheered the new crowned queen,
Her beauty, her majesty, few had seen.
T’was on that day we pledged out troth,
To share our lives we promised, both.
Many years have passed and time has come,
A time so rarely seen ‘cept by some,
They speak of the Diamond Jubilee,
Our Diamond too, for her and me.
The years have passed though hair is grey,
I turn to her to have my say.
She hushes me and holds me tight,
We see each other as on first night.
The Queen of Diamonds has her day,
For us we’d have it no other way.
Daily Archives: May 29, 2012
#100WCGU – Wk#44 – Prompt: Poem related to the Diamond Jubilee – “Our Time Too”
Saturday Centus – Wk#108 – Prompt: Photo – 100 words – “Spies”
Melanie giggled, “I think she’s a fashion model. Look at her shoes.”
Abbie had another idea, “I think she is really a princess. She’s hiding from the evil queen.”
A man with shiny, black shoes walked by.
“He’s a police officer. They have shiny shoes.”
Abbie laughed, “No, he’s the prince looking for his princess.”
Another set of legs approached.
“Girls, why are you under the table?” a voice asked.
Abbie and Melanie sat up giggling.
“Sorry, mum, we were watching people go by and were guessing who they really were.”
“Abbie thinks everyone is a prince or princess.”
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