�Paper Poppies�

For Jan Hamilton...

She lays upstairs and waits for the latest updates
As parakeets circle and land on the golden statues outside
And as a mass of bicycles zigzag through the dusty streets below
She travelled across the world to say goodbye to Ian

Where was your family, Mum and Dad?
They could of been sitting beside you to hold your hand
Hope you didn’t feel too alone in all those lonely hotel rooms
During difficult times a few happy memories are forced under by the weight of what was taking place…

Months later back home walking through foggy Scotland
Home is where your heart is so why does Jan’s feel so broken
The pangs of the past hit stabbing while standing in that park
She decides to lay to rest every memory of that soldier’s mess
And this Remembrance Sunday seems the perfect final…

So she placed down a poppy at the base of the monument
A massive metaphor that wasn’t lost on her
A slight sad smile as she laid Ian down alongside all the other dead soldiers
At long last, taking control, she waved a perfectly polished farewell

She suddenly seems brighter
She looks so beautiful
The woman hidden inside for too many years
Now straightens and shows
As every flower should have the right to blossom and grow.
 

Reviews

[Angelic Darkness]

This is such a sweet sentiment to the Fallen.

These last few stanzas just pull the whole poem together
so gracefully ::She suddenly seems brighter
She looks so beautiful
The woman hidden inside for too many years
Now straightens and shows
As every flower should have the right to blossom and grow.


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