the queen

A slide from one position to “other”
Years dedicated and hours served
My mind, my escape, my control
Sometimes a trifle cup of idle talk
Others a hot plate and spicy side
A “that” place away from life
Yet lively with the living
Maybe more of a symbol
Like Stonewall Jackson’s monument
Stable, sturdy, secure
A reminder of the past
A redeemer for my future
Four walled asylum
No glitter, no glamour, just glide