Reading a book filled with some amazing images, I fight back tears,
Hunched up in a corner, subtly caressing those pages, I mildly shiver,
Imagining the life that she must've led,
Reading about the crusades that she fought against the press,
I wonder how the fairy tale must've unfolded,
For all we say is the train that trailed...
Born a Spencer, died the Princess Diana,
Having lived her life on her own terms,
Touching patients, kids, and lives,
She gladdened many-a-heart,
So many memories captured and treasured,
That we stay in awe of her,
So many people whose lives she touched,
Remember and cherish the beauty in her,
The world saw what they had wanted to see,
A family saga, with moments of glee,
Few saw her for who she really was,
A warm-hearted, loving, caring woman,
With a passion to swim and dance,
She not only brought attention to the plight of many,
She called for changes in the lives of many,
Fighting for causes of landmines and HIV/AIDS,
She was a symbol of hope till her living days,
A messiah of hope for those who had given up,
A woman of substance for those not strong enough,
A defiant individual for those superstitious,
A performer on the stage where none have fought,
With great world leaders like Nelson Mendala,
She was cherished by even Mother Teresa,
Fondly remembered by her blood and kin,
She was every photographer's dream,
A soulful rendition by Sir Elton John,
Earl Spencer spoke for all the hearts,
Years have gone by and yet I think,
About one of the world's most beautiful woman who has lived...
[I happened to go through a coffee table book titled "The Diana", a beautiful book with lots of images of her life from her early days to her wedding and her charities. There were interesting interviews, and it spoke volumes about the complexities in her life. Having been interested in biographies, I found this book to be a very passionate collection of her life...]
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