This was printed in my local paper recently, thought is rather moving. Author not identified....... 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, the men fought and died In fields where poppies grew But why are the poppies so red mummy? Red is the colour of blood my child The blood the 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 mummy why 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
Wahhhh... Even a frog like me can be touched by the beauty of this poetry... Really moving,thank you..
