Poppies

A poem for all who have lost their lives in any war.

Poppies

 

Like little specks of blood scattered here and there,

With black opium seeds they are found everywhere.

 

There flimsy red petals, their long green stems,

They represent our dead, like little red gems.

 

For those who died in wars old and new,

We can’t give much but these are for you.

 

November 11 is a very special day,

That’s the day we remember you in our own private way.

Author's Note

About twleve years ago, I used to babysit a child name James Shadrake. James grew up and joined the army...he was killed. I wrote this for him and everyone else who have lost their lives fighting in any war.

Reviews

[Jack...]

This was beautiful and a wonderful tribute to your friend. Very nicely penned.