The People’s Princess by Terry Sewell
I still grieve for you
don’t know why
when nighttime falls
stars shine
I see your eyes
twinkling so bright
you gave us…
much delight
that certain charm
never doing harm
even on your darkest night
remembering that smile
your grace
in stature
shining a light
onto a troubled world
you became
our world
our girl
the fairy tale Princess
and you were
the best
by far
then
when
the press
turned on you
our angelic heart
we waited
with bated breath
as your world
fell apart
our Princess of hearts…
torn apart
by a love of deceit
a cheat
lie upon lie…
it said
on the television…
newspapers we read
how could they treat
our lady Dianna
this way
to suffer finally…
one day
in a traffic accident
some say…
differently
even today
but in every which way
Dianna…
had passed away…
nonetheless
the people’s Princess…
had left us.
© Terry Sewell
BIO
I began writing from the early age of five, in a tiny village in the English countryside of East Anglia in a place called East Barsham. Born in 1955 at a time that almost seemed to stand still, life never changed in seasons that had long hot summers and even longer cold winters.
I loved all the characters of that memorable era in which I will always hold close to my heart. It was a golden time of freedom and fun that will stay in my memory forever. But I only took the one thing that I ever truly loved doing seriously just over three years ago. In that time I have met some of the most beautiful people in this world today.
They have helped me in my work, inspired me by their wonderful comments of encouragement and sincere friendship. My work has since taken me to Schools, libraries, workshops, events, guest appearances on BBC Radio, and book signings around two counties, hopefully inspiring the next generation to write the beautifully written word in all its many forms. I am forever grateful, in finally being a successful writer, which was always my dream, to be a prize-winning Poet and Published author of both adult and children's books, is just the icing on the cake.
But most of all I want to thank a Lady, whose name I cannot divulge, who in my darkest hour, told me to never give up, and because of her, I owe all of this. THANK YOU BEAUTIFUL LADY...you know who you are.
