Too young to know how many men were sho
Or what the actual word “war” really meant;
She had no notion of the soldier’s lot,
How many sea and airmen’s lives were spent
In blood and flames and drowning sailors’ cries;
She only saw the poppies passing by,
And wanted one herself to wear, and prize;
She knew nothing of what it was to die;
So, on that morning into church she skipped,
And cracked the solemn silence with her smile,
And for a time, the mask of sorrow slipped,
As she danced with her poppy down the aisle.
She did not know how many people died,
Yet wore her poppy with a smile, and pride.
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12 comments:
a haroowing tale of rememberance and innocense as well in the not knowing...
Many of those who fought and died did so in order for children to be able to smile and dance and not need to understand what war really means, so this seems very apt.
(Pssst, missing 't' on the first line)
lovely view of the new poppy wearer - no doubt she will learn the sad stories too
Very sensitively written piece, good take on this prompt.
Thanks so much, Brian, and Patsy,(Yes I spotted the missing T too late,)Isabel and Nicholas. I think my children were lucky. Their father fought in world war 11
I was born a year after it ended
cracked the solemn silence with her smile, and for a time, the mask of sorrow slipped
Lovely view of the best part of innocence.♥
Beautiful. I still have my red paper poppy from my trip to the UK in November 1989.
Meanings get lost so quickly. Thankyou.
Lovely write...
Lovely write indeed and so much so illustrates the (welcome) innocence of the young. Thank you for a fine write,
Anna :o]
Thank you so much everyone. I feel very flattered
creative and beautiful.
welcome sharing a random or relevant poetry with us today.
:)
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