The General
by R.G. Westerman
They loved me as a baby
When my mother's heart was lost,
They took me home and held me close,
And raised me as their own.
They loved me as a child,
With lessons for a royal,
Posture, diplomacy, and self-defense,
But always champion those with less.
They loved me as a princess,
A rebel for our cause,
I brought my title and prestige,
But watched my home destroyed.
He loved me as his sister,
This boy with hope and Force,
My broken heart began to heal,
To find my new-found kin.
He loved me as his wife,
This lost and broken man,
He held my heart, my child's father,
For me, there was no other.
They loved me as a General,
Before my last breath drawn,
I led the ranks and carried the fight,
Until the Force beckoned home.
They loved me in my death,
My coffin adorned in gold,
A rebel, a leader, a warrior,
By the thousands, they called my name.
"I love you," They shouted, filling the street,
Adulations reaching my ears,
"I love you," They cried, my body interred,
Rose petals falling like snow,
From high above, one with the Force,
I smiled and whispered,
"I know."