Enniskillen - a Poem For the Queen's Last Jubilee
I'm not a Monarchist but I don't hate
The Queen. I lied to her when I was nine
At Finningley it was. We had to wait
For ages for her standing in a line
She asked me if we had a special day
Off school to come and see her and I said
We did. We didn't. She went on her way
And no-one came to say 'Off with her head'
She's just a person. I thought she was small
And looked a bit like Mum, except the nose
She didn't make a mark on me at all
Until today. It's funny how it goes
I saw her on the telly cross the road
In Enniskillen and the tears flowed
© Gail Foster 2nd June 2022
(During The Queen's visit to Enniskillen in 2012 she visited St Macartin's Cathedral and then crossed the road to the Roman Catholic Church of St. Michael)
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