Real Royalty

Real Royalty

I've not a mansion nor minks

Nor precious jewels

Nor an infinity pool off the veranda

We've but one bathroom for the 4 and 1/2 of us

He drives a beater

And we keep down the heater.

I don't don those glass slippers

But rubber flip flops

That pit-pat-pit-pat

As I walk over crunched Life cereal

Lego accoutrements

Dust balls and squished fruit snacks

My daily attire doesn't bear sequins

But a tattered hole or two

And the roots of my hair

Are as dark as a lair

My sleeping gown 

Has morphed from teddy to tee

I'm still a lovely she

There are crayon marks on the walls

Bearings of little hands

Little memories

Little naughties and no nos

I could clean the windows

But I just shut the curtains

The curtains on my castle

My palace. My fortress.

Though royalty doth not enter here

Unless you consider appearances by

The Burger King

 I am the richest

The richest of the richest

Surrounded by love, joy, dreaming, and Jesus

Which are, you see,
everything
~mindy harris