Petals in the rain
(A poem of Diana to her son s and the world)
The tears, the pain, the hollowness,
now abounds us all.
Our hearts are torn asunder, our days are filled with grief.
How can we apologise? We really must repeat.
What are we to say? What...
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Petals in the rain
(A poem of Diana to her son s and the world)
The tears, the pain, the hollowness,
now abounds us all.
Our hearts are torn asunder, our days are filled with grief.
How can we apologise? We really must repeat.
What are we to say? What are we to do?
Can this really be the end? Won t she see us through?
Put aside the anger, wash away the grief,
for now we must respect her, her life was much too brief.
Our hearts are as one in the sorrowful passing,
of this our Queen of Hearts.
The homage we now pay is but
a pitance as she departs.
Our sweet glimmer of hope,
has nurtured it all before.
In her romantic dream she sees,
love as an open door.
Will the little children,
come and wave farewell?
She really would have liked that,
knowing her so well.
Our lady of the world was bright,
her smile deep and pure,
Can we kiss you one more time,
as we bid adieu?
The boys must really know by now,
what she meant to us.
Take strength, and joy, and happiness,
and march on to a last
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