Elizabeth my queen, the darling of John
The great womb from which kings were born
My black queen on a virtuous onynx throne
Strong and soft as if made of a steel bone
Bright as the sun rise smiling from the east
You beautify our world as flowers of yeast
You fly like butterfly, sting as bees full of honey
You're not rich but family fed from your money
On my crib you stood watch as a lady knight
Each time I stray you point me back to the light
I remember when death invaded with a sword
Like a golden lioness you roared loud the word
You're my beautiful eagle on the feminine sky
Under your feathers I found my wings to fly
I admire how wisdom grace your head as crown
When I cried you made me smile as a pretty clown
I can't love or thank you enough for all your deeds
But I know in this live I will meet all your needs
I was your baby grown to be a man of your style
Live for me for I will paint your old face with smile.
10/08/2020
Happy birthday sweet Mummy
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