IF I were Queen, my kingdom would be tranquil, with trimmed green grass and shrubs, white picket fences, soft breezes that smell like floral bouquets, birds (not magpies) softly singing in the morning and children playing softly by themselves, servants waiting on my every whim . . . . . . WAIT a minute, I am the Queen of my kingdom and it’s nothing like this!
My kingdom is expanding at its boarders each year – not in its physical structure, but in the “court subjects” sense. The poor castle is in constant need of repairs due to the knights continually jousting down the hall ways and in the Queen’s court. Of course, the jesters don’t help much when they throw hard objects at the knights to gain their attention from time to time. The ladies of the court are continually plagued with a bad epidemic . . . . . PMS. There are periods of time when all the Ladies of the Court would do anything for their kindred, but then there are times when not even the Queen herself can tolerate the heat.
The King is loyal to the kingdom and the Queen; however, lately he has been on short weekly campaigns to a warmer climate south of our boarders. He brings home tales of his journey’s and experiences and talks about the people in the foreign land of California. He tells us about the wealth of this new land and the interesting experiences within a beautiful white castle. He tells the court he is tired of his travels and is ready to stay home in his own kingdom.
While my experiences of being Queen in my kingdom wasn’t exactly how I dreamed it would be when I was a young princess, there is very little I would change if I could. While the grass and bushes are not green but brown, my royal subjects are honorable and still love to visit the Queen’s court often. The small children, while they don’t always play softly by themselves, are more precious to the Queen and King than any worldly treasure. Thank goodness for my own kingdom and not anyone else’s.
