Wednesday, May 27

Regina and the Barefooted Queen

Here's a sweet lyrical story for children that my husband and I wrote about a little girl who discovers Our Lady:

Regina loves spring mornings
She rises with the sun
All ready for the new day
She checks on everyone

Regina sings a morning song
For Mom and Dad to rise
She climbs beneath her parent’s
quilt; they open sleepy eyes

Regina finds the teddy bear
Her brother loves to hold
She snuggles them together
A smile soon unfolds

Regina spots a fancy box
Golden sparkle laden
She opens and reveals with joy
Clothing for a maiden

“Regina,” says her mother wise
“The name that you've been given
Is for Regina Caeli,
Mary, Queen of Heaven”

Regina dons a velvet robe,
Sets ribbons in her hair
A ruby ring adorns the hand
Of this royal heir

Gazing out the sunlit window
With wonder in her eyes
A royal court and retinue
With butterflies pass by

The birds within the garden
Rise up their raucous din
Regina charges up the hose
And bravely charges in

Regina greets, with grace and poise,
A real Queen in the garden
She bows her head and curtsies nice,
“I beg your majesty’s pardon.”

Tiny soldiers always faithful
Stationed around the sunlit yard
Are reassigned to serve the Queen
A royal honor guard

Regina clasps some rosary beads
On tippy-toes she stands
To drape the string of precious jewels
Around the Queen's small hands

Regina thinks, “It’s not enough!
Our Queen deserves more wealth”
So off she went to treasure hunt
By cunning and by stealth

Regina’s eyes dance everywhere
For riches to expose
She knows the garden will not miss
This fragrant dew-kissed rose

Daisies from the garden's boarder
By skillful hands are woven
Into a white and yellow crown
To show a love unspoken

Regina fills a flower-pot
With shiny rocks and leaves
A fancy teacup, silverware
All things a good Queen needs

Regina lays them carefully
By the barefooted Queen
And prays a simple “Ave”
From her purest heart serene

“It’s time for lunch, I have to go”
Regina sighs in sorrow
“Do not worry, I'll come back
With tea and cake tomorrow”

Regina prayed to God that night
“Thank you for my brother,
For mama, and for daddy, and
Mary, my Queen Mother