Remembering Days of Grace

Something I wrote on the night of the passing of a dear friend. There is a lot that our modern leaders can learn form her in terms of grace, dignity, kindness, and gentility. The evening of August 31st 1997 will be a time I will never forget.

Remembering Days of Grace Role up the moon Turn off the sun Fly the flags at half-staff An era is done Let the bird of peace fly Have the children asleep Hear the animals cry Watch the people weep

Imagine an Island Inhabited by one lonely sole A life full of torment An innocence stole

From Princess to mother From saint to wife Her radiance was nature Her meaning was life

Remember her smile Hold dear her face Feel her heart full of love Share her sole full of grace

Yes come let us grieve And openly mourn For the world will be less Come tomorrow’s dawn

As a subject and friend Will I kneel again never For Lady Diana Shall be my Princess forever