My Native Mother Mourns the Queen
- You would have liked the Mounties,
- their red coats shining, their horses proud
- There would have been a tear
- as the casket passed by, draped
- in gold with wreaths of flowers,
- pulled on the gun carriage
- by scores of uniformed young men
- You would have remembered
- the young queen, the one whose picture
- hung on our dining room wall,
- her coronation, the births
- of each of her children,
- the Christmas message
- we tuned into every year
- You would have mourned her,
- the same age you were
- when she died,
- the Great White English mother
- who presided over the land
- that once belonged to your people
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