* This one is for my Mommy, her Mommy ETC- the lucky ones.
Minister of all heart's treasure
Donor of the kindest pleasure
Infinite love, no measure
Powerful embraces, your leisure.
Sublime being, forever proud
Never shallow, nor a shroud
Instructing all, love you vowed
Quiet sentinel, strength so loud.
Upon weary days, you'd not smother
Heart enriching, me 'n' my brother
To adore you, there in no other
Divulging to all, the perfect Mother.
This one is for the unlucky one's who have or had no choice.
O' girl born to royalty
From the moment of birth,
Preened for the aristocracy
Prospect to a King's loyalty-
Fed from another's breast
Mother was busily searching for
your future husband's crest.
Princess's every movement planned,
even to whom would be given her hand.
Aged of thirteen years,
a fountain of ideas was becoming hers.
Learned in languages, yet
to never have a tongue
Driven to madness
O' so very young.
"All that is expected of thee
is to be wife and Queen, in this land
of unity. Bear sons and speak not
a whit, after all... you are but a
woman, silly twit." Her Father, the
King explained that eve 'fore her nuptial.
"But Father, I know not even who he is!"
The frightened Princess softly spoke.
Yet the argument was always the same.
She was to wed the King of a strange land,
to go with him as always planned.
She was to forge the union of Kingdoms.
To do as told and enjoy all that is grand.
The day of the Union, she met her
betrothed, walking down the isle
He stood there , some fifty years old,
large, pasty, expectant and with a vulgar smile.
And all her fears, even within her
young years- drove her instantly mad.
In a rage, she died then and there
rather than to be locked in her Royal
These are akin to so many women and mother's alive to this day.
Never should these women go unnoticed.