5.
I hug my arms to my chest
Trying to block out
The feelings of something being taken away
Of not being understood
Of being forlorn
Like the motherless little girl
I was, and still am.
Papa worries
Irene reassures
And all I want to do is
Stop the carriage from coming
Prevent it from taking
Ella away.
I don’t want to go
To a foreign country
To watch my
Sister
Mother
Friend
Get married
And stay there forever.
6.
The welcome is
So grand
Ella must feel so honored
And delighted
I feel conflicting emotions
Pride for beautiful Ella
And anger at the Russian people
Welcoming her.
She’s not their Grand Duchess.
She’s my sister.
The Tsar’s daughter
Nine years old
Takes my hand
And pulls me past the fountain
To show me something
In the gardens of their grand palace.
I follow willingly
Glad to have a new friend
And knowing that
Her older brother
Is watching me
Behind us.
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