The Princess is Dead

Running across the finish line rope 

Glimmers of joy are shared in their eyes

The little boy cheers 

Arms raised in the air

Smiles like that of the Cheshire cat 

Other women fall behind 

The code of conduct set for her laying shattered on the grass 

Picking the boy up to give all her love 

You would never know she was a princess 

Kissing the crown on their heads

Sitting on the bench listening to their song

The crunch of gravel on the way to school 

Board games scattered about 

Breaking the rules to choose the names 

Loving to cuddle and snuggle 

Sneaking out under the crown’s watchful eye 

Teaching them to smile and never to frown

You would never know she was a princess

Little black dresses 

Camera lenses on her 

Gears lying everywhere 

Orange lining the street 

Crunches of steel 

Fragments of glass 

You would never know she was once a princess 

Flowers and photos 

Mourners in black 

No smiles to be seen

Only tears to be shed 

There the casket lies 

Her deepest joy

Carrying her away 

Never to smile at them again

Breaking news 

The Princess of Wales is dead

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