On the back lawn of a home
for the mentally unstable,
she sits threading daisies...
a chain of events
had led her to this.
Soon she would wear
her white garland,
and ask Matron...
if indeed she looked
a proper Queen.
Poignant. Remembering my own queen. Thank you. Regards, Cal
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful! , it b.rings back memories