The Princess Poem by Laurence Overmire

Golden-haired beauty, taken too soon

The symbol of our innocence
Vulnerable and fallible
Not much different from the rest of us
She cared, about those
Less privileged, the poor, the sick
The maimed

Always uncomfortable
In the regal house of
Posturing Kings and Queens
Lords and Ladies, who
Held their chins upright
Their lips too stiff to say

"I love you."

She's gone now
A mountain of
Flowers
To speak those words
For all of us, the millions—
Who never had the chance.

~ Laurence Overmire