I did not know Diana, personally.
I never saw her face.
I did not reach out to touch her,
And now she's in a better place.
I wish that I had known her.
I wish that she had known,
That all her good thoughts and kindness
And the tenderness she's shown
To all the world's Children
Will never be forgot...
Just like the Miracle place,
That was known as Camelot.
--written by me, 9/1/97

Diana, We LOVE YOU!

Cool Huggy Momma Bear!
Pennsauken, NJ USA
9/1/97

I sit here among the television
watching the tears from the Earth
flow from the eyes of all ages
that have come here to morn
They line the streets
awaiting her presence
a last glimpse of her
one final goodbye
Silence heard and nothing more
than the sobs of those who grive
we all cry tears this day
I find myself lost
in sorrow and in pain
of the world that shares my grief
We all shall watch her carriage strole
down the streets of London
in silence
hoping, praying
For our Queen of Hearts.

Raven
USA
9/6/97

Oh, the pain and misery we mortals
must endure. Imperfect people in
an imperfect world, and sometimes
bad things happen to the best
of us, through no fault of our own.
We must accept it and move on.
Still, the pain of it! A ravished young girl,
Princess Diana and Mother Teresa dead.
Innocence damaged, and so much
love taken from us so quickly.
His eyes fill with the pain of it all.

Spectral tears form, and he reflects on
the goodness and worth of crying. Too often
avoided, shunned and maligned, it is
a wholesome release for the
mind and a catharsis for the soul.
A tear falls to the floor.

Wiping his eyes they clear, and he
sees that his fallen tear alone disturbs the dust
on the floor beneath his floating existence.
With the clearing of his eyes
his senses sharpen. He sees that
this dust is magic, he feels the
closeness of latent steam, he smells
the lingering aroma of a smug stick, and he
knows that someone has cared enough,
indeed loved enough, to have silently and
secretly performed the ancient cleansing
rite within these walls. And he knows.

He knows that though all time and pain,
love shall endure to comfort us, and that those
who love now bear the legacy and burden
of those who have given us love before.

Love remains.

Phantom
USA
9/6/97

If anyone knows who could have
sent the beautiful angel seperator,
please e-mail me
so that I can give proper credit.
Thanks!

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