Prince Consort Memory

"Daddy, why couldn't he be king?"
I asked in admiration,
as you twirled my blond ringlet in your hand.
We saw the elegant man in the rotogravure,
squiring the royal, dainty monarch,
of our neighboring land.

Arrayed in vestments of royalty,
they were featured, the "Lilibet"
of the post-war empire, now the queen,

while her young sister, Margaret,
never to be the bride of her soul mate,
touched the hearts of spectators,
on our side of the sea.

Amid splendor of her sister's reign,
we vicariously, regretted,
the unrelated wedding not to be.

But you,the consort, tall and regal,
with the queen,
the courtliness of your position,
protector of the queenly monarch,
with admiration seen.

So long ago, as Daddy twirled,
pale flaxen locks,
the admired Prince Phillip joined the monarchy,
and now passed on--what a changed world,
admired, into eternity.