Poetry - Ulick O'Connor: Tears for themselves
Some people have the gift of remaining in the public mind and surviving all the changes that take place in the years after their death. The ghost of Diana Spencer is hovering over Buckingham Palace, though she is dead 20 years.
It gives one a sense of the power of the royal family. It was through this that Diana Spencer was dropped from the royal circle, never to be allowed back.
One holds the present queen highly, but her attitude to Diana then, however necessary it may have been for royal behaviour, was disappointing.
Twenty years ago last week, the week of her funeral, I wrote this poem about Diana's death.
Princess, 6th September Lest We Forget
They said it was the funeral of a fair young lass
Whom everyone loved, and wept to see it pass.
But he lay in the gutter with a needle in his arm
And was unable to join in the general alarm.
Why are they crying Mummy, wailing like the wind
Is it because some great one, grievously has sinned?
No my little lambkin we must keep it to ourselves
The people who are crying, they are crying for themselves.