1961-1997
AN ANGEL RETURNING HOME
Revised August 1, 2000
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AN ANGEL RETURNING HOME
She was a kind and gentle soul
Who showed a lot of love
She left this Earth a few days ago
Now she's looking down from above.
A warm and loving being
Honest, humble and meek
Qualities that the Master had
That we all wish to seek.
During her life she strived to find
Happiness, joy and ease
She had her troubles along the way
Her soul is now at peace.
We on Earth can now recall
The memories left behind
Of an angel while on Earth
Now with her own kind.
"We have her now
Safely in our domain",
These words are heard
As angels echo the refrain.
She has returned home
To that other land
Up there with the angels now
Walking together hand in hand.
September 3, 1997
I ALWAYS CRY WHEN SOMEONE DIES
Tears are falling from my eyes
I don't know what to do
I always cry when someone dies
But not as much as I cried for you
I miss you a lot, there's no doubt
And many thoughts are in my head
But I cannot sort them out
Because I don't want you to be dead.
But you cannot change the past
I guess this was meant to be
Even if I wanted you to last
I wanted you to stand by me.
Why did God take you away?
Why did he make me pay a price?
A price that makes my future look grey
Because I always cry when someone dies.
Mathias Nylund - Sweden
September 3, 1997
A MOTHER'S PRAYER
For Prince William and Prince Harry:
As if her spirit had been led
That night, she knelt beside their bed,
And kissing both her sleeping sons
With tears, she softly said:
"Watch over them dear Lord; I know
The hour's come, that I must go
To sleep. Good night my darling ones;
Your mother loves you so."
Steven Douglas De Lacy
August 31, 1997
REST SWEET ANGEL
If only you could be here just one more day,
One more hour that we may say,
The things we feel and should have said before.
Yes we took for granted, your kind and loving ways
Assumed you'd always be here to brighten others days
A young shy girl, you grew rapidly beyond your years.
Perhaps through all the sadness you felt, and oh so many tears,
Your beautiful blue eyes, that we all adore
Your gentle lips and kind words, are silenced forever more.
A heart stopped beating, though doctors tried in vain
The Lord came down to free you, to take you from all pain.
Rest now sweet angel, peace has finally come.
Just a whisper of a breeze falls over you and through the trees
No more running, no more hiding or ducking from the flash
Skip through the fields of flowers and over the hills of grass.
Shirley Fiumara
September 9, 1997
DIANA'S GARDEN
Leave not your weeping as it were
But a rose that fades and dies;
But sow a smile to remember her
In the garden where she lies.
Steven Douglas De Lacy
stevendelacy@thegrid.net
September 11, 1997
"Someone took the effort to write this poem. So please, forward this to as many people as you can. And see if we can get a chain going around the world that will make people understand that drinking and driving don't mix."
To: Ana Luisa Hernández Angeles
ana_luisa@geocities.com
Ana Luisa's Tribute Page to Princess Diana & Mother Terera
To: Yashah
September 11, 1997
* * *
WHY AM I THE ONE TO DIE?
I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
The other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom.. I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
BLESSED BE ANGEL DIANA!
Last night I had a dream
In which an angel of light
Took me by the hand
As we floated out of sight.
She took me far away
To another land
Among beautiful trees,
Lakes and hills of sand.
We sat on a hillside
Beneath a big old tree
Everywhere I looked
I could clearly see
Angels everywhere
Gathering for a celebration
The sight of all the angels
Filled me with elation.
And I heard music of the spheres
And heavenly chimes rang
And Gabriel blew his horn
And the angels sang.
In celebration of an angel
Returning home
Along with her companion
To be near the throne.
And the angels sang Amazing Grace
In honor of Diana dear
And she had a smile upon her face
And I was glad that I was there.
And I heard it proclaimed
"A life of thirty-six years
A contract has been fulfilled".
And my eyes filled with tears.
"Blessed be Angel Diana",
The angels sang with glee
Then I knew she had made the world
A better place for you and me.
Then the angel whispered to me
As my hand she released
"Go back to that other land
Return in love and peace."
Yashah
September 12, 1997
The following forwarded message was received with instructions to 'pass it on'.
Please do so.
Received from:
Jonathan Widran
Encino, California
JWidran@aol.com"
TELL THEM THE STORY
For the children among us too young to remember Princess Diana:
As they get older, we must tell them the story...
Tell them there was once a different world than the one they know,
A kinder gentler place...where we held our hearts high
And looked up and felt that dreams could come true.
Tell them that there was once a beautiful fairy princess,
Who lived in a castle with her mythical prince...
Tell them how the fairy princess inspired us,
Gave us fantasies, hope, courage, and above all, heart...
Tell them in a quiet moment how the fairy tale was,
Like precious life itself, so much an illusion...
And yet realizing this was not so bad,
Because it allowed us to see
Our fairy princess as human, as one of us...
Tell them of the princess' selfless contribution
To making our world a better place,
And how while there are still cynical people, evil people
And people who were indifferent to her mystique, her magic,
Enough people loved her and she made a difference
To anyone with a true soul...
Tell them how this fairy princess
Humbled all whose lives she touched,
From the greatest world leaders and movie stars
To the common man and woman.
How she touched people of every culture...
And cast a glow upon us that will never fade.
Tell them about the princess' ability
To touch people's spirits and hearts,
But that she also physically helped those in need
And touched the hands of those
Whom the rest of the world had shunned...
Tell them that this princess
Came to the kingdom of humanity
To help us reach higher, go further
And show us the difference between myth and illusion.
And how she held herself with grace and dignity
Even as the illusion faded.
Tell them to look up at night,
When the sky is clear and bright,
And focus on a star...follow that star and watch
As it indeed spells out the name of that princess...
Explain that life is a gift we must cherish
And that we mustn't be selfish when it is time to let it go.
That it isn't about the material things,
But the spiritual, and the lives we touch
While we are here... that is what matters.
That death is only a physical loss,
But that love lasts forever.
That our fairy princess came to earth,
Touched us deeply and then
Had to be on her merry way...
Tell them that her departure crippled and dazed us,
But that it has also strengthened us
And filled us with wonder and new appreciation.
Tell them when the clouds begin to obscure those stars
To keep looking up...the clouds will fade at some point
And the stars will shine again...
And that the fairy princess is the one
Who showed us that such a thing is possible.
Tell them fairy tales don’t always end the way we'd like,
But that the love left behind
Is much more than the tale itself...
Tell them that those very stars shine brighter,
Ever so much brighter,
Because there was once a fairy princess...
Jonathan Widran
Encino, California
JWidran@aol.com"
September 19, 1997
PRINCESS DIANA
Born in purity, from a family of wealth
A young girl came with a message to man
She dearly loved children
And the love that she shared
Was recognised by many
As her heart she bared.
A prince did spy this beautiful girl
And took her to wife and to mother his heir
A Princess she became
And a legend to many
As she learned the ropes
Of her royal duty.
She graciously stepped into the shoes she did wear
And took up her tasks with love and with care
She bore her sons
With great motherly love
And gave them courage
As she taught them to love.
Her marriage became, for her, a great sadness
As it fell away in a torment of badness.
But throughout it all
She held her pride
And lived for the people -
She refused to hide.
She shunted, however, from reporters and their rudeness,
As they tormented her hours with cameras and gossip
A lady of truth,
She spoke her hurt
And tried to live
Her best for earth.
She sought so desperately for peace and love
And it came in the form of a young Egyptian dove.
She had just begun
To find her peace
And joy at last
Had found her feet.
But the peace that she sought was to be short lived
As from the press, and the publicity, she fled.
Her heart was bleeding
As she lay dying then
For the two young princes -
Her only kin.
Her dying words were whispered in secret
And no-one knows but the trusted recipient
As she lifted upwards
In spirit and love
Those that were there
Felt the light from above.
And now she is free from the troubles that plagued her
As she rises to heights of light and to freedom
For nothing more
Can harm her now.
As the wind blows softly
Her roses will bow.
Chris Hamilton chrissyh@melbpc.org.au
Chris Hamilton Home Page
September 29, 1997
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