A Poem for Remembrance Day

“The inquisitive mind of a child”

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.

Author Unknown

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    1. Thank you nmod. I’m not sure but i think it was written by a New Zealander..No not that one!! :). It does say Author Unknown but something rings a bell with me…maybe one day it will come back to me. 🙂

        1. Oh Why have you changed your snowman pic skippy?. I liked him!. The only thing he was missing was his carrot nose! you can do soooo much with a carrot!! yep…you can eat it after mother nature has done with him lol…..Oh good grief …you weren’t thinking of something else were ya? bad skip! lol. 🙂 🙂

  1. Oh maize!. I owe you! I am so sorry. I think you understand what i mean?. :(. I will get on to it as soon as i can. Thank you for your comment..i see you didn’t forget me, another big thank you. 🙂 🙂

  2. I was going to send an S.O. S out for you Way?. I have not seen you on s/c for ages and i have missed you and your quips…I am soooooo pleased to see you posting again 🙂 and i absolutely agree with you about the last line of the poem…it isn’t over and never will be.