I act like a king,
or so I've been told
by my queen,
but it wasn't always so
for once I lived
like a prince
in my mother's care;
a woman who
occasionally acted
like a queen, but was
treated like one by
my father who
was more like a
Bürgermeister - well
known and powerful
in our little town,
and fondly remembered
in a way that
gave me something
to aspire to,
the only difference being
he earned his respect
and I felt entitled
which makes me more
of a brat;
that's something my
dear queen, who is
fast becoming the family
matriarch, puts
up with while blessing
so many with
humble service and
self-effacing strength,
as she shows
unusual patience
with this royal
in training, and
thereby demonstrates
what a true
monarchy is good for.
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