Unmatched though we were, no greater love could I,
Have given you my prince, then, apple of my eye.
You took my all and I gave it freely,
Expecting more, that cost so dearly.
I could not comprehend the enormities of life,
To become a Princess, mother and a wife.
Untouched, unblemished I bore you sons, an Heir,
You played at life that was most unfair,
And shattered vows too - cause I do the same,
As life became a spectacle, only to inflame.
The minds of those around us, should I say the world,
As my "Life in a Nut Shell" would quickly come unfurled.
For my simplicity and shyness, to G-d I give my thanks,
I'd even said to many, I must be thick as two planks.
But not too thick, as not to see and feel the rift between us,
Lost love, compassion and humility, that did create a fuss.
Allow that which we created now to grow, blossom and to bloom,
Help ease the pain and anger, that did'st come within the womb.
For my "Life in a Nut Shell" is yet to be fulfilled,
As my children, William and Harry's lives to pomposity be drilled.
No, No! I've cast the mould from blood within my being,
A greater proof not needed now, believe in what you're seeing.
Those people, yours and mine, the life that could have been,
We would have reigned together as no other's ever seen.
So now you stand alone, Er wonder what to do,
It could have been a grand life, the boys, just me and you.
But my "Life in a Nut Shell" soon took me near and far,
I truly did not expect to die, within a speeding car.
I'd travelled far to share my love, with those in greater need,
The limbless and with leprosy and those who HIV'd.
They grasped the trueness of my love, why, why, could you not my prince,
Now haunted by what could have been, you'll find hard, should you convince.
The multitudes, those people, all of them who weeped,
'Twas not for the tradition and pomposity insteeped.
But for that simple handshake and hug that showed I 'd cared,
As life did change dramatically, again I had been snared.
For love did blossom yet again and deeply as I fell,
The fruit had ripened gleefully, so rich with taste and smell.
I'd cast away that toughened husk and opened up my life,
With dreams, new love and sharing, all to be a loving wife.
Oh, to be robbed of this, at thirty six years young,
Forever my "Life in a Nut Shell" has only just begun.
Michael Nissen
7th September 1997
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