On one side of Alexander Palace Papa stroked
his coiffed whiskers, pacing back and forth
in his simple study.
Ikons and photographs of family
Watched him all waiting in anticipation
for the news.
On the opposite side of the palace, Mama clenched
her dainty jaws, tears of joy and pain
streamed down her face.
Grigori led the Monks in chant, murmuring
prayers to the Theotokos, asking for protection
and health for the imp-child.
The imperial sheets matched the mauve room.
The resurrection child was born.
The news reached Papa thirty minutes later.
Disappointed in her grandiose arrival,
he delayed their first meeting.
The parade outside the palace
Dispersed, they too disappointed.