A Queen’s Portrait
Your memory
A mirror image of reality:
Prettier than ever,
With a kindest smile
And compassionate eye
Your flaws lost to time
And to public remembrance
You are a picture on a wall
In our home, wearing a dress
You never had, in a place
You never visited. But we did.
We have claimed your memory
You are no longer who you were
We made you from our memories
And who you were before
Is a shadow to who you are now,
A legacy, an enframed leader,
A lie, but a pretty one,
An anthem of a daydream
A daydream of all that might have been
If you had not been yourself but better
If we had learnt to see before
The flaws with which we buried
The end of your heart and rule
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