Those 70ish Girls

I have felt a special affection for my beloved Queen E for many years, and she will always hold a special place in my heart. She was beautiful, kind, and clever. I would like to think that if she had known what a fun addition to my Murdo Girl blogs she had been all this time, it would have tickled her keen sense of humor. The amazing Queen Elizabeth approached everything in her life with immeasurable grace, which is a quality that I greatly admired.

I struggled to write something that would be an adequate tribute to this great lady, but in the end I didn’t have to struggle at all. The right words came to me through my cousin, Valerie Halla, and my friend Yolie Beavers, otherwise known, in my blogosphere, as Lav and Windy.

Tea With Her Majesty, by Valerie Halla

Imagine having tea with Queen Elizabeth II.  It would be formal yet comfortable. I can’t imagine what I would wear but maybe a modest long dress with sensible shoes. I would practice proper etiquette of course. Maybe I could hire a coach knowledgeable in the Royal Requirements before meeting the Queen who has served her country 70 years. Being correct would be utmost. Maybe preparing a set of questions would get me through the tea time. Just polite questions about her love of country, getting through WW II, her family, her work with charities, on and on.  How do I like my tea? With one lump of sugar and a splash of cream, thank you.  A biscuit? Yes, please.

She would look regal, in her informal blouse, sweater, long wool skirt, old lady leather shoes and showing a worldly air and smile. No crown would be necessary.  How happy I would feel and honored in her presence. Serene. Peaceful. How divine. It would be heavenly because it would be in Heaven.  I loved your speeches during the difficult times especially during the worst of the pandemic.  Thank you for all you have done with your gentle manner, soft spoken advice, strong model in life’s tough times and for your guidance.  Oh, and thank you for the tea.

A poem shared with me by Yolie Beavers…

Phillip came to me today

and said it was time to go.

I looked at him and smiled,

as I whispered, “Yes, I know.”

I then turned and looked behind me.

I welcomed a beautiful sleep.

My family was gathered around me.

I could hear them softly weep.

I gently touched each shoulder.

Phillip was by my side.

Then I turned away and walked,

with my waiting angel guide.

Phillip held my hand

as he quietly lead the way

to a world where Kings and Queens,

are monarchs every day.

I was given a crown to wear

or a halo known by some.

The difference being up here,

they are worn by everyone.

I felt a sense of peace.

My reign had seen its end.

70 years I had served my Country,

as the people’s friend.

Thank you for the years…

for all your time and love.

Now I am one of two again,

in our palace up above.

Poem borrowed from and written by unknown author