Sparkling Bubbles
Queen Irene
As you sleep
As you dream of your lost Mom
coming home and walking through the door
Not long now for to wait
for the clicking of the gate
As along that path
she slowly navigates
And you sit by the door
full of joy and amour
to see your long lost Mom
come into view
No more sleeping in the sink
two in a bed with your dear Mom
Though Queen Irene she doth ponder
where her dearest Mom did wander
How could she leave her all alone
her darling Queen Irene
Then Mom explains
She’ll never leave
dear Queen Irene
again...
SO THEY SNUGGLE UP
EAT CAVIAR
SIPPING SPARKLING CHAMPAGNE
Written for Queen Irene on 11th December 2021
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2021
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