I saw a haunted hurt look which exposed fear

It was apparent even though there were no tears

The realization suddenly came she'd not be there

To brush his hair or to smother him with care



An expression of bewilderment so touching

It suddenly hit me how sad it is to be orphaned

At an age when a child so needs a mother's comfort

To hug him, and to guide him, and to see he's taught



All of those things a twelve-year-old needs to know

Some of which he'll find come with sobs on a pillow

As he begins to accept she'll no longer be able to blow

His nose, or wipe his tears, or hold him close to show



The love she had for not only him and his older brother

But for all children everywhere who needed a mother

She touched the hearts of so very many everywhere

A light which burned incessantly with a bright glare



The shine on the crown of a princess which blazed

As the head under it spoke so much good as it aged

And we all watched her life as it changed day-to-day 

As she burned the candle at both ends, and yet stayed



So very bright in our minds that now she has gone

We've bestowed her with so much reverence and song 

For she epitomized both glamour and winning attitude

We borrowed from it to change our own lives in tune



And now all that is over and she just lives in pictures

A beam which has stopped in the sky frozen but sure

And the eyes of a child cry out in anguish and pain

For him - she was no celebrity now become legend 



She was just a mother - doting, yet warm and loving

A mother who may have been gracious and budding

But to him - she was Mum ... and always, always there

And now - there is none ... and so - the eyes blankly stare



for Prince Harry



4:55am Tues 9/23/97



Christopher W. Thomas

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