Hope For Tomorrow
Hope for Tomorrow
Daddy, why are you wearing a poppy?
What is it trying to say?
Why does this act of remembering
Happen on only one day?
Mummy, why are you buying a poppy?
And why does it have to be red?
why just the blood not the body
Is all we recall of the dead?
Granny, why do all of the poppies,
Worn by the thousands today,
Fall out of favour tomorrow,
Then just get thrown away?
Grandad, why does the heart of the poppy
Look like a black lump of coal?
All those soldiers that died for our freedom
Surely they had hearts made of gold.
Daddy can I wear a poppy
But I want mine to be white
I want to hope for the future
That next time we might get it right!
Heather Buxton 2014
Copyright © Heather Buxton | Year Posted 2014
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