In as deep, deep sleep... <br />But yet woke... <br />Surrounded by beauty... <br /> <br />That gift, that woman... <br />Gods creation... <br />Queens a plenty... <br /> <br />Woman...there are not many... <br />Coming of age at a... <br />Young age... <br /> <br />Sharing all the world... <br />And its rage... <br />Doing her part on stage... <br /> <br />Born to be wrap in silk... <br />Queen-mother in her own rite... <br />Poor she is not... <br /> <br />Inner riches help to... <br />Deter the plots... <br />Cots made a wonderful... <br /> <br />Lay for pay... <br />A soul enlaced with beauty... <br />A wild seed...there were many... <br /> <br />Time give view to her real duties... <br />Duties of self...esteem... <br />Self...worth... <br /> <br />Self, self, self... <br />Is there nothing else? <br />Inward tears flow forward... <br /> <br />Smiles become frowns... <br />And back again... <br />And the queen within... <br />Wins... <br /> <br />Sun and rain together... <br />Allows the flower... <br />To grow... <br /> <br />Grow my pretty...grow... <br />Fly... <br /> <br />whisperkwane <br />swtlamb@yahoo.com<br /><br />kwane Lamb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ma-queen/
