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
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April 25, 2019
Poetry/Haibun/An Offering of Poppies
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1137-528-02
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Written for the contest Pick a Title, Vol. 4
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Title Chosen #1, An Offering Of Poppies
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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