. La Corona A childhood scene recalled by Trump of his mother, Mary MacLeod Trump, in The Art of the Deal, with a parallel to English-Scottish history. Two popes, two presidents. Two queens. Recall How Mary, Queen adored Elizabeth. “My royal cousin” she wrote with affection In her too-imitable Roman hand. She trimmed her sails and set out on her voyage, Sister to sister. Nothing in her hold But trust and royal gifts and open hands. She breathed free for the last time on that deck. Another Mary, in her living room, Sat watching pomp and majesty all day. “Aw, turn the TV off!” snapped Fred. “Who cares!” It was as if the woman didn’t hear. “My royal cousin.” And her boy watched her. He watched her watch the crowning of a queen, Far from the Hebrides where she was young, Queen’s more than equal, raising up a son. . . La Rosa A type of white rose, named for John Paul the Second, was planted by First Lady Melania Trump in the White House rose garden. White rose. It is the perfect oxymoron, The word for rose another word for pink. There is no shadow in the holy face The writer paints with ever-brighter light. We never knew how many whites there were, A nacre, till we lost count in your rose: Its complete glossary of candid tints, Its full glissette bouquet. You didn’t age, You just unfolded more fresh modes and ways Of being young. Your always-older king With every decade donned a new degree Of bling, a mantle of authority. Our Lord chose white ink for his portrait too, Printing his glowing outline on the shroud And on the fibers of the face-cloth left The trace of lifting lids and indrawn breath. . . Monika Cooper is an American family woman.