Lest we Forget

I have no idea who wrote this, but it liked it so much that i want to share it with you all.


Please wear a poppy," the lady said

And held one forth, but I shook my head.

Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,

And her face was old and lined with care;

But beneath the scars the years had made

There remained a smile that refused to fade.

A boy came whistling down the street,

Bouncing along on care-free feet.

His smile was full of joy and fun,

"Lady," said he, "may I have one?"

When she's pinned it on he turned to say,

"Why do we wear a poppy today?"

The lady smiled in her wistful way

And answered, "This is Remembrance Day,

And the poppy there is the symbol for

The gallant men who died in war.

And because they did, you and I are free —

That's why we wear a poppy, you see.

"I had a boy about your size,

With golden hair and big blue eyes.

He loved to play and jump and shout,

Free as a bird he would race about.

As the years went by he learned and grew

and became a man — as you will, too.

"He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,

But he'd seemed with us such a little while

When war broke out and he went away.

I still remember his face that day

When he smiled at me and said, Goodbye,

I'll be back soon, Mom, so please don't cry.

"But the war went on and he had to stay,

And all I could do was wait and pray.

His letters told of the awful fight,

(I can see it still in my dreams at night),

With the tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire,

And the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire.

"Till at last, at last, the war was won —

And that's why we wear a poppy son."

The small boy turned as if to go,

Then said, "Thanks, lady, I'm glad to know.

That sure did sound like an awful fight,

But your son — did he come back all right?"

A tear rolled down each faded cheek;

She shook her head, but didn't speak.

I slunk away in a sort of shame,

And if you were me you'd have done the same;

For our thanks, in giving, if oft delayed,

Thought our freedom was bought — and thousands paid!

And so when we see a poppy worn,

Let us reflect on the burden borne,

By those who gave their very all

When asked to answer their country's call

That we at home in peace might live.

Then wear a poppy! Remember — and give!


Jo said...

What a heartfelt and beautiful poem. Yes, many men fought in the war to ensure our freedom. My dad did, as did all my mum's brothers. Praise God, they all came home safely and lived to ripe old ages. Thank you for a beautiful post. Blessings , Jo

Gaelyn said...

Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. Although I've not personally lost a family member or close friend directly to war I know many have.

I didn't know what we call Veteran's Day is celebrated elsewhere as Remembrance Day.

budh.aaah said...

It is so sad..touching. Not fair to feel like this at this time of the day but we must face reality and remember the loss that brought freedom.

A human kind of human said...

In SA we do not only remember those who have fallen in WWI. We also remember all those who have fallen in whatever war that followed. We have our own Bush War and although many now believe we were wrong to be in that war, it still makes no difference to the sacrifice those who died made or to the heartache of their loved ones.