Poems ✍️

She’s a woman of deep heartfelt emotion.
A power house filled with family devotion.
She walks with pride, her silhouette can’t hide.
She’s known all over the word, wears no disguise.

Her family history fills many pages.
Books and books will go down through the ages.
She’s a woman of great beauty, both outside and in.
She walks through the streets of England old,
With promise, grace and impeccable taste.


As a child she ran and played in the gardens of
Buckingham, that’s where my story of her began.
My mother-in-law told many wonderful stories,
of remembrance of a duke that said his daily good
mornings to the ladies who worked on their hands and
knees tufting carpets that lined the palace floors.
Beneath the throne my Mother-In-Law knelt,
tufting away to her hearts content.

When she spoke of the Queen her face shone bright.
She adorned a precious beautiful light.
She was proud as can be of her English heritage,
and spoke fondly of Buckingham Palace.

I love the stories my Mother-In-Law told.
of the Queen, of Buckingham, of Great England old.
Some day I hope to fulfill my Mother-In-Laws dream.
Drive the streets of England enjoying the scenes.