Two years ago, I wrote this poem which, truthfully, had been a bugger of a thing to write. It had been going round in my head for 18 months prior to it being born on paper, and was eventually published in 2007. It started out as a poem for my late father who served in WW2 and who died in the 1980's age 57! but I want to dedicate it tonight to all of those servicemen and women who are still serving and to those who have fallen in wars (some which should never be fought; you know the one I mean).
I wear my poppy with pride every year as I have done since childhood. My dad was also in the Royal British Legion and so I was immersed in the history and reasons behind Remembrance Day since as long ago as I can remember.
So, if you will permit me, I'd like to present it here today in preparation for Remembrance Sunday 2009.
This Poppy
This Poppy fell for my father
it does so every year
and with it comes the heartache
and many red hot tears
Shed for those who won’t come home
the ones who died out there alone
This Poppy falls in remembrance,
it’s impossible to say
how much we owe to those who fell
they fought for us, they died for us
through a living man made hell
This Poppy fell for a reason
yet its message is always lost
on those who should know better
those who never count the cost
This Poppy falls to remind us
of the sacrifices made
it’s not some casual observance
it’s not just a parade
It’s a deep and heartfelt tribute
to those faultless memories
of those who gave the only thing
they could to make us free
And to those who should know better
and we all know who they are
In remembering those
who fell in war
I won’t betray their memory
I won’t give up my liberty.
© silversapphire 2009
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