An Offering of Poppies

On Remembrance Day . . . I lay poppies at his grave, a lonely grave among many, the military grave of my brother. He had been a beautiful baby and sweet little boy, oh, where did the years go- soon he was a young man; and telling us he wanted to be a peacekeeper for Canada, and with a smile he left on a mission to a far away distant land and a distant war. We watched scenes of bombing and fighting and terrorists, father would say "don't worry he's a peacekeeper." As time rolled on we accepted that was his dream, but anyone who says peacekeepers don't die is wrong. I will never ever forget the day he came home to us, in a box- a hero who only had peace for the world; and I will forever be doing- an offering of poppies for this brave young man . . . rows of white head stones where poppies sway in the breeze- miles of the brave dead ______________________________ April 25, 2019 Poetry/Haibun/An Offering of Poppies Copyright Protected, ID 19-1137-528-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest Pick a Title, Vol. 4 sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Title Chosen #1, An Offering Of Poppies Second Place