A beautiful young woman ...

All grace and charm

Who gave us her visage

And made us hold out arms



We wanted to cherish her so

For she did not deserve 

The neglect of a yet-to-be king

Who could not preserve



The dignity of his position

Or the stature with which born

For he stumbled and fell backward

And now the entire world is torn



By grief for a young princess gone

Who clearly stated there were three

And then went on to dissolve her status

Leaving the prince completely free



With two sons who deserve a mother

As well as the upbringing of royalty

Who need so much to be in touch

With real people so they can then see



What it means to be "of the people"

Something their Mum knew oh, so well

Even whilst smarting from the knowledge

She was part of a trio caught in the swell



Copyright Christopher W. Thomas

1pm Tuesday, October 14th, 1997