Little lord Mountbatten
Windsor if you please
Is 75 years old today
It has been a hell of a journey
Hasn't it?
He has seen almost
Everything
From his own grandfathers
Funeral
His mothers coronation
To the birth of his sister
The only princess royal
To landing on the moon
To the death of churchill
And the day the earth
Stood still
When President Kennedy
Was shot on his 15th
Time passes
But never stops
Tomorrow
Never gets here
But yesterday
Is always with us
He has survived
Many hellish things
Including the Pandemic
And his parents deaths
The massive funeral
And multitudes of
Well wishers
Descending on old
London town
His own sons have
Produced heirs for him
Not that the girls
Were worth the costs
It is as they say
The beat marches on
And stops for no one
Get with it
Or be left behind
Where have I been
The last few years
Or so?
Waiting for Jimmy
To be caught and captured
To be locked up the rest
Of his miserable life
He is going to be 67
Next month
My own mother
Only made it to 69
Her grandmother
Was 96
Almost 101
Her desire to see
The end cut short
The day I arrived
Was with anguish
That another generation
Had come to her
The first for her daughter
But not the first great grandchild
Time has warped
Everyone's mind
They forget
To whom they belong
But not those
Who fell to an early death
If i close my eyes
As my mother did
I see nothing at all
But I do remember
Grandpa Jack
Getting excited
He had taken upon
Himself to raise me
His Anastasia
Survived death
To be lost
My mother died
Refusing to believe
She had given birth
Pushing the perambulator
Back to Georgetown
He got caught
By his own fellows
Had to sit awhile
Drinking strong coffee
Listening to the news
While I held out my hands
For those autumn leaves
The next few days
The city was overtaken
By hordes of persons
We went to a vantage point
Where my mother
Would not throw herself
In front of the hearse
She was horrified
That she had not been
In Dallas that day
Life stopped for her
Until she heard
Of John Jrs
Accident
And was not invited
She was a Vasseur girl
Had been to everything
But forgot who we were
Could not say my name
Nor give up
I was someone else's
So we sat watching
It on television
Just as I watched
The Queens
Last ride back
To Windsor castle
Where she went
To join her husband
Under Saint Georges
Wonders will never cease
When the world
Looks back
They might ask
Who the stupid girl
Is sitting there
With the royals
Ever so skinny
Not terribly pretty
Just another face
It will be the son
They will remember
Not the grandson
Having stood guard
Over his mother
All those years
Since the assassination
On his own birthday
He was not really 15
But 50 overnight
No one remembers
Me now adays
Jimmy easy money
And drugs were too much
For many to resist
My own age forgotten
I am still just
A virgin
Not ready to turn
Sweet Sixteen
The world once cared
About those such as my
Great-grandmother Marie
They should not have
Replaced her with
Madonna's
Little Maire
I am also
Such a long name
The first born
Are given
Watch out for him
He cares not for
Whom he kills
As long as he receives
The inheritance
Of another
He will never be
A king
Nor a President
Best Charles
On a fine journey
75 is not 97
Let William sweat
Just a little
What?
The beat must go on...
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