The Tejano Queen
April rain fell from the sky
like tears of mourn for a love gone by;
A memory of a golden past,
sweet love that ended so, so fast;
A gorgeous face like a beauty queen;
A heart so soft and so pristine;
Her voice that blew like a rhapsody
in heartful hours of February.
She was a queen in her own dominion.
She held her crown with deep devotion.
She made hard days easy to pass.
A glorious grace, she really was.
Of all the days in month of April
the sixteenth brought the lonely chill;
The ides of March with a devious sound
came echoing when no one's around.
But her voice echoes in memories;
It's bound to live through centuries;
For, her time is glorious to remember,
like a star that shines forever.
April 17, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1209 Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Brian Strand
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