I am honored to share my birthday with England’s Rose, Princess Diana. Diana, Princess of Wales (July 1 1961 – August 31, 1997) was born into a family of British nobility with royal ancestry as The Honourable Diana Spencer. Today she would have been 54 years old.
According to Wikipedia, she was the fourth child and third daughter of John Spencer, 8th Earl Spencer and the Honourable Frances Shand Kydd. In 1975 she became Lady Diana Spencer, after her father inherited the title of Earl Spencer. Her wedding to the Prince of Wales on July 29, 1981 was held at St Paul’s Cathedral and reached a global television audience of over 750 million. The marriage produced two sons, the princes William and Harry, who were then respectively second and third in the line of succession to the British throne. As Princess of Wales, Diana undertook royal duties on behalf of the Queen and represented her at functions overseas. She was celebrated for her charity work and for her support of the International Campaign to Ban Landmines. From 1989, she was the president of Great Ormond Street Hospital for children, in addition to dozens of other charities. Tragically, Princess Diana died in a car crash on August 31, 1997 in Paris.
I wrote a poem dedicated to Princess Di that is included in my book, Wings of the Wind: A Cornucopia of Poetry. Thanks for the memories Diana!
By Kym Gordon Moore
Breaking barriers between the royals and commoners
loved by so many around the world
defying the aristocratic stigma of stuffiness
with amazing grace, style and charm
what was it about this Princess of Wales
that attracted a human nurturing once untouchable
never publicized before in England’s royal history?
Poised, elegant, sophisticated and savvy
unpretentious with girlish magnetism
creating a few “firsts” never before attempted
not defiant, yet bravely pushing the envelop
wanting to be loved, but not smothered
spreading your wings to run and fly free
not for the sake of a great photo op
nor privacy to be stolen by the paparazzi.
The People’s Princess, as you were so duly named
England’s Rose snatched away so soon and unexpected
always wearing your heart on your sleeve
when your life at times looked like a soap opera
a voice that fell silent, although your legend lives on
oh how we wanted to wrap our arms around you
just to let you know that your life was going to be all right
such a kindred spirit connecting to ours.
The entire world watched solemnly
as the procession of your carriage drawn coffin
draped with a blue, red and gold royal standard
brought continued salutes, bows and curtsies
adorations spoken through silence, tears and floral bouquets
applauding your commitment to various causes and charities
despite much criticism about your choice of who to support.
So hail to you Princess Diana
the People’s Princess and no doubt England’s precious rose
your feistiness, but classiness to raise the bar of expectation
your independence changed what royalty was perceived to be
with two doting sons, Prince William and Prince Harry
they will never allow your memory to fade
the seed you planted in them will strengthen your legacy
a better place is what you wanted the world to be.