Two Queens Poem by Jim Yerman

A mother's two daughters transformed the bookstore the other day…
let me set the scene….
They turned our bookstore into a castle…ruled over by two queens.

In an instant the battlements and a tower were erected…and here's a fine footnote…
our door became a portcullis and outside…a drawbridge covered our moat.

The Deacon's chair that sits in our store…the two queens let it be known…
would no longer be a Deacons' chair as it became their throne.

They wore long and flowing robes and carried the sovereign orb…
in strict Victorian fashion
and I was happy to see the two queens not only shared the throne…
but ruled with fairness and compassion.

From my vantage point behind the counter I sent them good wishes and regards…
they were fair but they were strict but I didn't want them summoning the guards.

Their mom asked if it was okay…
"No need to worry I said…I love to see imaginations soar."
"Besides, " I whispered, "the queens and you the queen mother
are the only three people in the store."

"But there is one thing you need, your majesties."
I bowed, knelt down then said.
and, with their permission, I placed an imaginary crown on the top of each queen's head.

They ruled over the kingdom until Mom said, "It's time for dinner! "
at which point they hurried out the store…
and I watched as the two queens moved their castle to the restaurant next door.

I love imagination…how it can turn a bookstore into a castle…
two children into queens and one bookseller into a vassal.

As I closed up for the evening I thought back to those two queens
with their imaginations so innocent and pure…
Then I made sure the drawbridge was up…
the portcullis was locked
and their castle was secure.