Prince John

Prince John

i walk down to the graveyard again
past the japanese maples and american
flags, to where the daffodils in spring
like a carpet are spread, where the sun
pours down on both the living and dead

read in the paper you made your big deal
i still make my money behind the wheel
driving kids we cldnt raise to a primary school
i sit between stones on my axle

prince john you been gone too long
maybe you’ve found love where it don’t belong
but the sun pours down on the here and gone
as i sit by the stone of our lost little one

my stone might read
here lies a princess
whose governing body her prince caressed
before he left like a fast lane of traffic

your stone might say just how heavy you
felt in my heart that day
i cld not get out of bed
you took me in your
arms and held on, whispering magic

prince john you been gone too long
maybe you’ve found love where it don’t belong
counting daffodil petals, it don’t mean much
like being one card short of a royal flush

was a day when we both believed in a castle
are you still whispering magic?

-Bree 2011