Margaret: Scotland's saintly queen.
Honouring the one, by remembering the other.
Metaphors, similes, analogies
in abundance dance happily
around her one little person.
And so, let’s begin thusly;
chubby as a cherub
and equally sweet faced
the eyes a placid pond, calming
brown as chocolate buttons
practical, willing and, above all,
uncomplaining; Yes, Sir to any request
and right away on the job
like a miniature classroom version
of the best sergeant
in the regiment, although
much gentler, obviously!
An A student at living life
from another better age, inevitably
she struggles with book work
even simple adding
is like calculus to her, and I hope
I reassure her with the truth
about the lessons; in the scheme
of things, they don’t matter so much
and in time the cogs will align.
Still I worry that her can-do vim
turns to frustration and
turning inward wounds her
for the life she should have
of building child by child
our nation’s future of
her earthy, yet saintly, stock
she cannot understand this
that she holds best that which
passing shows the greatness
of her soul, not found in lessons.
Saint Margaret, it’s really me
who learns from you but
on this day, of your namesake’s
crossing, find the favour returned.
Let me show you how to do
this sum by analogy that fits
your character; you and me
together re-building the world:
Here’s the spade, you dig.
I’ll bag the soil.
NB. Saint Margaret's feast day is the 16th November; the day of her death in 1093.
And what a eulogy!:
A precious pearl saw the light in Hungary, and lived at the court of the Confessor, a School of Holiness. Torn from homeland, you embrace another. You became Queen and Mother, the glory of Scots. Your Queen's crown, a crown of Charity. Your way, the Royal Way of the Cross...Once, mere men, placed crowns upon your head. But I, Innocent, Peter's successor, Servant of Christ, now place upon your head, the greatest crown of all, sainthood. - The Oration of Canonisation by Innocent IV from 1250