Vanessa And I Poem by cheryl davis miller

Vanessa and I and the Queen of Sheba
we lived in a mystical land.
Where Vanessa and I proclaimed Karmen Queen
at three she did't understand.

Her crib was her throne from there
she ruled over a vast bedroom empire.
While she ruled we played, we squandered the days
sometimes she would inquire

'Can I come out and play Barbies too;
I’m tired of being the Queen? '
'Nay our Queen, you must rule from your throne'’
her citizens could be very mean.

We were so young and just didn’t see
that we were being unfair.
We’d curtsy and bow say, 'You rule from there now.'
we could be quite the pair.

Now we’re all Grannies; it’s hard to believe
how time sprouts wings it seems.
Yet at times we return to that mystical land
of our Queen of Sheba in dreams.

c.d.m.3/09