Waiting in the tepid blue of a March morning.
The peace of a park punctuated by gentle gravel stepping by
and the soft sounds of accents, languages and chatters.
In the middle of London, ever creaking and crashing through.

This home, the palace of your graceful nature,
People gathering to catch a glimpse of your self.
Recollections of someone who we felt a part of.
How we miss your beauty and wish you were still around.

What will your dresses reveal?
Memories, moods, history.
Pearls of serenity, velvet cloth,
simplicity with purpose that grew in to a strength of being.

Being someone - a Princess but a person whose charm met serenity.
Compassion, emphatic love for all others.
Lady, we long for your spirit's semblance and rest on a hope that our lives can draw close, dreaming of a better world.