Diana Poem by Trevor Maynard

I didn’t really notice her, to start with,
A girl with too shaped hair and clothes beyond her years

It wasn’t right, clearly not right
Medieval in some respects
An heir and a spare her task
But a fairy-tale danced in her eyes
It could have been true, it could have been -

But another flame always burned
In her Prince’s heart
Yes, I didn’t really notice her to start off with
A woman now with two small boys
And a hurt so painfully clear
It wasn’t right, clearly not right

She broke away, freed her mind, then freed her body
She began to strive and climb towards the new century
She found purpose, once the chains were broken
HIV/AIDS sufferers and mine victims now her task
Dreams of human dignity came from words

But it had to end, it had to
She had become too popular an icon
Mother, sister, and our own rough diamond
The People’s Princess, it was said
And so, I attended the funeral
Of a woman I knew little of
But who everyone felt was their friend

It wasn’t right, clearly not right
Medieval in some degree
The Prince married his Mistress
Who one day will be his Queen