The world sees my paper crown
a symbol of my age and frailty
but in my mirror my crown of gold
reminds me of my fierce strength
In my heart my crown of flowers
reflects my beauty and desires
Each night my crowns
I lovingly place
in velvet boxes to keep them safe
In the darkness I remain
the queen of my domain
My invisible crown remains the same
and keeps me grounded
on this earthly plane
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 