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