This life … and more with thanks to Lisel Mueller   I am born under southern skies. In this year, before my mind keeps memories, the Sixth George dies.   A young Queen waves her hand from side to side, watched by my husband from his stroller.   Two plus two live in a painted box near train tracks and a park with a scoot-foot roundabout.   Grandparents in hide ’n’ seek houses give Willing Shillings, hugs and milky tea in Melamine cups.   We move to a bigger house and hold our breath all summer in the backyard pool.…