In August 1997,
At a Parisian site,
Fate thrust the world to mourn—
Just past the stroke of midnight.
A beautiful princess
At soaring height
Suddenly lost
Her earthly light.
Sunday ended
Her mortal plight—
She breathe her last
And then took flight.
A kindly woman—
Full of life.
A doting mother,
And longing wife.
Her adorable sons,
Two young lads,
Were left, solely,
In care of their Dad.
The world noted
The touch of her hand—
The generous heart
She shared with man.
Heads of state—
Moved with tears—
Honored the Princess'
Fruitful years.
America, France,
Africa too—
Reflected upon
The Diana they knew.
She touched lepers,
Which royals forbade,
Embraced the homeless
And victims of AIDS.
An image of beauty.
A charming dove.
A woman of courage.
A token—beloved.
In the eyes of children,
Diana stood tall.
She won their hearts,
And loved them all.
With plenty to offer,
She traveled a lot—
‘Twas everywhere.
Then, she was not.
A pilgrimage came
Day and night,
With oceans of gifts
For tribute sites.
They stood for hours
In sorted lines,
To leave expressions
In books signed.
On September 6,
Fans of Di
Flooded the UK
For a final goodbye.
The jammed cortege
Was over three miles:
Kensington to Abby.
At Saint James she lie.
Many knew her
And many did not,
But all mourned
The fate of her lot.
Cher'shed impressions
Upon the world.
A legacy of hope
By a British girl.
A precious jewel,
A towering steeple.
Forever the 'Princess…
Of the People.'
This is a treasure, just as Princess Diana was and she would cherish it. Thank you for caring and for writing this tribute to a beautiful soul. I am so glad you made a sweet comment on my poem so I could discover your talent. Warm Wishes, Marilyn
A fitting tribute to a true Princess of the world...she was for the people and they adored and loved her with all their hearts.
Eloquent and structurally smooth and fresh...And yes, did they not all royal-up for her...a grandeur cortege grandeur on insistance of the ex-relatives & spouse...And when I watched it all from New York, all I kept thinking was...My God, this woman who gave so much to society, children and never for the royalty, had to die to receive the respect she should have received from Buckingham from day 1 that Diana became known to us all. Excellent write, Walter ~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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