Queen Of The Pearly Gate©

She's the queen of the pearly gate
and she rules this golden kingdom.
A smile is her umbrella
and a rainbow is her throne.
The other angels flock around her
and fight to win the pleasure
to have her company for their own.
She's there in all her splendor,
wearing silver sandals on her feet:
skipping up and down those golden steps.
Time was she couldn't walk
without help to get there.
But there she was my mother
going up and down those steps
like she was on air.
There was a band of angels chanting:
hail to the queen,
as she was escorted to her throne.
From where she can rein down her love on me:
a love that's mine and mine alone!
Copyright ©2006~S@L~

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