This is a poem I wrote after reading the book by William Thomas Walsh about Queen Isabella. It deals with the death of her young son:


Isabella, Isabella the world at your command,
And for your little angel, Prince Juan, a future, oh so grand.
Isabella, Isabella your heart so strong, so pure;
What difficulties you’ve surmounted, what trials you’ve endured.
A Queen for Spain, a Queen for God;
All surely would agree.
But all your earthly majesty in a moment seems to flee.
Isabella, Isabella he’s gone forever more; the pain is overwhelming, its pierced you to the core.
The Queen of heaven hears you; she’s familiar with your loss.
When they took her Son she nearly died to see Him on that cross.
The Providence of God wills the world attractive never more,
As He calls His little Queen from that distant shore.
There your bliss will never end, His joy goes on and on…
And in the presence of His Majesty you’ll regain your little Juan.