"A Date In Vellum"
To respect And commemorate Lady D.
The peoples Princess. On this month Of August. 23 & 3 quarter Years, After the tragedy of her passing.
A sombre engagement undeniable and encased in vellum.
Color coded invitations as diverse as periwinkle and Mellon.
An English Rose to revere, respect and remember.
The bloom plucked in August, laid to rest in September.
Oh what a gathering of the very small and the very great.
Mourning multitudes without vellum invites still keep the date.
The vellum elite will mourn in the Abbey Of Westminster.
1,900 seat the summer abbey, made discontented winter.
Before the abbey respite was the processional route,
passing seas of bouquets, a wealth of flowery loot.
From crowned heads to a first lady named Hilliary,
all watched the honor guard, The Kings Troop Royal Horse Atrillery,
pull the precious oak coffined cargo that desolate day.
Muscled men made weak and weeping lined the way.
The most poignant spectacle that struck me
was an orphaned Prince’s envelope simply addressed “Mummy”.
England’s Rose rested in the abbey temporarily.
Earl Spencer’s scathing eulogy had the royals shifting warily.
The meaning of Lady Di’s death is beyond mortal scope,
but those who truly cared weren’t invited by vellum envelope.
This is a poem I wrote as a tribute to Princess Diana Spencer. As many of you may or may not know, Diana died in a fatal car crash in Paris on Aug. 31st 1997. Her funeral was held in England Sept. 6th 1997. The title: "A Date In Vellum refers to the funeral invitations that were sent to those invited elite in vellum envelopes.
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