Yesterday (11 November) was Remembrance Day in the UK, Ireland, Australia and Canada. I did my part by writing a poem. :) I would love it if you commented. ---
The little boy sits quietly, right by his mother's side,
and he watches as people gather in a circle right outside.
He looks at them real closely, wondering why they're there.
They all look sad and sombre, like an omen in the air.
The boy felt very frightened, like trouble was somewhere near,
but when he turned to his mother, he saw a sad and silent tear.
It escaped her eye like a snake, slithering down her skin.
If only the boy knew what it meant: death, emotion, sin.
"Mummy, mummy," the boy shouted, "Why are all these people here?"
His mum hesitated briefly, this was her greatest fear.
"Well you see," she started saying, "They're here to say goodbye,
to a soldier, husband and father, who sadly had to die."
"You mean Daddy?" the boy asked her, "Are they here to thank him, Mum?"
"Of course they are," she answers, "As are you, my son."
At that, the boy nods, and takes a look outside.
He then walks to do the door, and carries on with pride.
"Attention everybody," he says to all that are there.
"If you would listen to me, I have something I'd like to share."
"You're all here to say goodbye, to a soldier who fought so strong,
for his country and our freedom, who taught us right from wrong."
"But he wasn't just a soldier, who fought for what he believed."
"He had a son and a wife, who he sadly had to leave."
"So when you think of all the soldiers, on Remembrance Day today,
remember they had families, who were also left to pay."
The boy smiles to the people, who have come to say goodbye,
to a soldier in an army, who now lives in the sky.
He looks up to Heaven, then walks inside without a sound,
And left lying behind him, is a red poppy on the ground.