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