It is difficult to remember her childhood.
At first there is the loss of it, stemming from the loss
Of her mother, her recollections leading to the driftwood
Heart of her. There were good days - the toss

Of a ball, the share of a secret and other more royal
Things: feasts and fine toys. Her father's horseplay
Was a blessing, then, - he was often eager to play foil
In childhood games before he was whisked away

For more important tasks, or else became distracted,
Or else Goneril's anger spoiled the fun and Regan
Was left alone, at last, sulking (for she was unattached
To silence) and then her mother would gather Regan

Up tight in a hug and sing to her. This memory
Of her was a good one but Regan only held onto the slights.