Heather Buxton Poet Rhyme

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

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Dorian Petersen Potter November 9, 2014 at 9:02 AM Enjoyed reading your poem here, Heather, it made me smile. :) love and light! xxxx D. Heather Buxton November 12, 2014 at 8:02 AM Thank you, you're a star :)