Why are they selling poppies, Mummy? Selling poppies in town today.
The poppies, child, are flowers of love. For the men who marched away.
But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy? Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died in the fields where the poppies grow.
But why are the poppies so red, Mummy? Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood, my child. The blood that our soldiers shed.
The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy. Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief. For the men who never came back.
But why, Mummy are you crying so? Your tears are giving you pain.
My tears are my fears for you my child. For the world is forgetting again.
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That’s amazing. I posted my own remembrance poem today but I really like this one. This is so different to any I have read. It’s a shame the author hasn’t signed it
very nicexxx
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Thank you very much for following my blog (follow returned) and for pasting this wonderful poem. I’m a Brit, and Remembrance Day is a very important day for us. I’ve pressed this post, as I’m sure that other people would like the poem too. The link points back to your blog, of course.
Sean.
Thanks.
Love the poem on remembering a day, a time, that most of the world would so quickly and easily forget. Always remember our veterans! Thanks, also, for liking and following my blog (www.imoilin.com). It’s refreshing to find a blog on manners. I found some great quotes! 🙂
Heartbreaking. Thank you for following my blog. I appreciate it. I love the manners quote list too.
Stunning poem. Kudos to the writer.
I’m happy to know you’re following my blog.
And glad to know allaboutmanners!
Elouise
Such a powerful poem.