A poem for the Queen

i will miss you

i already do. Its all out in the cold for us now,

a warm, loving presence

that we took for granted for so long

has gone away

to her eternal rest

and i am left sitting downstairs

where there is no heat

On a ricketty old rattan chair

at my son’s old desk, thinking, well,

thars about how it is now

with a beautiful light gone out of the world.

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