MY LOST QUEEN

My pretty little queen,

Was God's greatest gift to me,

A lovely virtuous queen,

I wanted her to be.

With big brown eyes,

And hair that joyfully curl,

And lips like rose petals,

Is how I'd imagined my baby girl.

Dainty feet with a spring in every step,

Her bubbling laughter to fill my house with joy,

And then my man said, he wanted nothing more,

Than to be the proud father of a baby boy.

I cried and cried,

Throughout the day and all through the night,

No one else but i could feel,

My little doll in me shiver with fright.

They snatched her away,

While I screamed and fought,

They said I was ignorant of

The miseries a girl child brought.

Believe me angel, I loved you so deep,

It is only you, who I want to keep,

In the deepest place in my heart, with fathomless love and care,

But alas! They never spared a thought for you....and me, neither.

But now that you're in heaven with God,

Cradled in his arms so safe and so strong,

One day will come when we'll unite,

And they will be punished for they were so wrong.

A bundle of "joy",

They called her "misery",

For the sake of a boy,

They killed her without mercy.

Snatching away happiness, right out of a mother's lap,

They'll pay a heavy price for their dreadful sin...

While they left me despaired, wincing in pain,

When they stopped my princess from becoming a queen....

Aishee