For The One In Wales (Ode To A Lady)
My sister –
you walked on this stone by yourself;
felt the pain of a whole world
and dared to make it a better place.
I compare you to a rose
late in the fall of the year
whose petals, though losing the will to live,
still reach for the gift the suns’ arms offer.
The memory of your untiring compassion
will not long be forgotten,
nor will we soon comprehend
the grief we feel for you.
I never knew you, but, like you,
I cried at the tragedies that were inflicted
upon this irreplaceable home to us all.
You did make a difference,
one that will not soon be forgotten;
if not in our minds and our memories,
then deep in our hearts.
In my heart, I will keep a small corner
a shrine to your ideals;
perpetuating a hope for us all
of a better earth and home
with a single red rose in mourning.
(Dedicated to the memory of Diana, Princess of Wales.)
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I wrote this on August 31st, 1997, when she was killed in an automobile accident. Even though I am an American, I liked and respected her. We were born a scant few months apart.
My sister –
you walked on this stone by yourself;
felt the pain of a whole world
and dared to make it a better place.
I compare you to a rose
late in the fall of the year
whose petals, though losing the will to live,
still reach for the gift the suns’ arms offer.
The memory of your untiring compassion
will not long be forgotten,
nor will we soon comprehend
the grief we feel for you.
I never knew you, but, like you,
I cried at the tragedies that were inflicted
upon this irreplaceable home to us all.
You did make a difference,
one that will not soon be forgotten;
if not in our minds and our memories,
then deep in our hearts.
In my heart, I will keep a small corner
a shrine to your ideals;
perpetuating a hope for us all
of a better earth and home
with a single red rose in mourning.
(Dedicated to the memory of Diana, Princess of Wales.)
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I wrote this on August 31st, 1997, when she was killed in an automobile accident. Even though I am an American, I liked and respected her. We were born a scant few months apart.