I have so many Pinterest boards,
they overwhelm me...
but it’s necessary I check them
every night before sleep.
Gazing at the beautiful photos
calms me, prepares me for rest.
It’s a mystery - drives hubby mad
considering for hours...
glittering jewels, intricate designs,
Royal fashion icons addictively
A girly thing, I know, which by now,
I should have outgrown...
Then last night’s epiphany! I don’t actually
want jewels, gorgeous gowns...
travel to exotic places, adoration.
It’s something else entirely.
Lingering over pictures of our Queen
examining her dress...
Remembering my mother similarly
draped, often in home made.
I need that royal smile or frown knowing
her royal age, limited time left
to vicariously exist... believe I’ve not
lost someone I love and still miss.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2018
(I wrote this after reading David's poem blog 'The Dream of Chance'.)