With grace
She glides
And beauty
Falls and flies
From her train
In effortless
Unawares.
The princess
Is crowned
In garland
Of hope with
Bouquet of
Life’s fresh
Fragrance
Held in perfect
Posy poise,
Lightly held
By floating
Fingers, her
Circular arms
Frame form
And receive
Into their bay
Hearts and souls
Lost, now found;
Lost, now loved.
This is she,
The lady born
To bear orphan
Princesses and
Take them home
With brooding
Love under
Flighty Wings
That reach higher
Than high, and
Be the mother
They need and
Now have; in the
Safety of her
Broken heart.