Princess (Charlotte Elizabeth Diana) Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

PRINCESS (CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH DIANA)

The moon and the clouds rejoiced as I ascended to my throne of birth.

Holding the world at my coronation, my eyes were peaceful in dreams of arrival.

Proclaiming my birth with the stars, I fell asleep on the Milky Way with hands of joy.

With adorations of sweet royalty, I whispered a sigh on my bed of crowns.

My carriage ride as Princess is on hold with time, as I prepare for toddlers innocence.

Showing my London pride, I bestow garments of new attire as I visit the Kensington Palace.

Carrying my unheralded voice of sleep, my silence is heard around Cambridge in arms of love.

Shown in plain sight, I am hidden from the passage of right away until my bonnet becomes my crown.

At the tender age of six days old, as a Princess I subdued nations at my appearance.

My bloodline has me in line for whirlwinds of creativity, as I sleep in the palace of Anmer Hall.

Arranging my schedule in the household, I hear voices of love showering me through the night.

My signature character trait has me riding on the Dutch and Duchess smile of jubilation.

On the wings of angels and the harps of heaven, my days are committed to beds of silence.

Serenaded with blankets of comfort, I dream of horse driven carriages with doves of beauty.

Holding forth the tradition of my Royal Highness, I bestow love without a commandment.

I am Princess Charlotte Elizabeth Diana, born for royalty and destined for greatness.


Written by Theodore Mosley

May 8,2015