How wonderful to be a Queen,
sitting on Opa's lap as his back creaks
watching over the workers applying foam padding
over any sharp edge where Her Highness might bonk her head
one day, covering warm radiator pipes where Miss Fuss Face
might put her precious hand.
We do it happily, as she gurgles and cries out,
at times waving to us with a curled fist
urging us on
as tomorrow is the start of the week
and we will all be under her command, one at a
time, eagerly awaiting her next instruction.
tag. Mira
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