Red : 2
Waking up in my room,
My sanctuary,
My piece of mind,
Yet all I see is red.
The dream, the scarf, the woman,
The mystery of each.
She calls to me,
I feel within my heart,
All the feelings and emotions,
Never felt before.
I hand grandfather the picture,
He sees nothing and tells me,
The message is only for you and,
Any female descendant,
Only they can see the picture.
Sweetie, we have to go home to London.
Everything will make sense I promise.
The planes tail has union jacks,
Grandfather who am I ?
Flags on the limo, the plane and,
Now going thru the gates,
To Buckingham Palace.
Then I feel her in my heart,
Showing me hope, pride and,
Royalty in my blood.
I step out of the limo and,
The guards kneel as an honor of,
Welcoming me home, whoever I am.
I see the Queen and I start to bow,
No child, you bow to no one.
But your the queen, your majesty.
No Sophia, I am your grandmother.
My blood runs thru your veins.
Your 5th Great Grandmother was,
Princess Sophia 5th daughter of,
King George III and Queen Charlotte.
Sophia was raped by her brother,
Jealousy of a father's love to Sophia.
Sophia sent her daughter away.
Sophia never married but lived by,
Her neice, Victoria the future,
Queen of England.
When Victoria became Queen she sent,
Her cousin to America to be safe.
I gave the picture to Grandmother,
She said yes that's Sophia,
Our grandmother.
You were named after her.
Your title is Princess Sophia,
Princess of Kensington where she died.
We have your ancestral home ready.
Grandmother, look and we see Sophia,
Holding the red scarf in her hand,
As she puts it around her neck,
Smiling and she disappears.
A servant hands me a box,
I open the box and see the red scarf,
With tears in my eyes,
I put it around my neck,
Feeling Sophia hugging me,
Welcoming me home.
The history of Sophia and her parents
King George and Queen Charlotte,
Is a true story. Sophia was raped by her
Brother she had a boy not a girl,
I changed that part. Also the son stayed
In England. Sophia neice was Victoria,
The future Queen of England.
I had a dream of a simple red string,
That guided me to a mystical cave,
And my imagination took it from there.
Copyright © Shirley Hudson | Year Posted 2022
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