While watching T.V. at 5 o'clock <br />While crying and grieving <br />over Princess Diana's <br />death <br />making coffee and toast <br />then sitting on my bed <br />listening now <br />about Mother Teresa's <br />death <br />remembering back <br />Princess Diana's words <br />in the New York Times, newspaper article <br />I know there's someone <br />else out there <br />that has something in common <br />like me <br />who has not had <br />A chance to speak out <br />and tell their story <br />when I received the news <br />about Princess Diana's <br />death <br />A co-worker told me <br />I stopped breathing, for a second <br />at work <br />Some T.V.'s are on <br />repeating the news <br />about Princess Diana's <br />death <br />my second dream <br />Ended <br />I'm disappointed and hurt <br />for my dream was <br />to one day, meet her<br /><br />Jean Ann Owens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/september-the-5th/
