King

Gather the crowds

Let them hear

Of the wondrous news

That I will be king

Summon my father

Bring me my brothers

Make them bow

And call me sire

Let me show them

What I now am

One to be feared

For all to revere

Many years ago

They threw me down

Covered me in mud

And left me for dead

But I survived

I was rescued

Now I will be king

I will rule them all

Let me see their faces

When they hear the news

How I will smile

I am now King

Jo Anne Kennedy

April 2016