Reluctant Patriot

or how 'not' to celebrate a royal wedding

I am so proud of you sitting there,

Thirteen years old and of a mind to say,

You have no wish to join the masses who celebrate today.

I smile as you refuse the offered flag,

And turn your back on the television screen.

There is no red white and blue for you,

Your wardrobe has been chosen to reflect your disdain,

It is mostly black.

You try to resist a glance at 'the dress',

But the hum of approval that fills the room draws your eye,

Hesitantly , to the screen.

When brunch is served , you cheerfully partake,

And when the party poppers are passed around,

You know it would be rude to refuse.

'Wait for the kiss'

your Grandma says

And to your surprise you do,

Caught up in the anticipation of the moment.

They kiss on a balcony in London and in Grandma's lounge

fifteen party poppers explode at once,

An aerial display of noise and paper.

You watch the proceedings with a smirk on your face,

Accepting, with good grace, lemonade in a Union Jack cup.

I am so proud of you sitting there,

Thirteen years old and of a mind to say,

You're really, sort of proud to be British today

Reviews

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~ adorable and profound poetry... i am guessing this is the prince charles wedding... metaphorically speaking, even i had "lemonade in a Union Jack cup" when i saw a video of a wedding... it was an event... my dad's colleague in the indian air force had just returned from a london posting and he had the video... we (five families) were invited to watch and party... :)

[Marie]

I like this portrait or reaching and withdrawing...