The British Poppy

The British Red Poppy to me Always creates a tear when near, Half my family Having died because of war. All had to volunteer, That was the thing to do. My Great Grand father died At a very early age.Died at at thirty, Another war hero Was written on the doctors page. My Grand Dad of whom I hardly knew, Died going over the top, Blown to pieces, no body to view. His two daughters enlisted as nurses, Killed together when their ferry hit a mine. When we were winning the war too. My dad was shot by a sniper, My dad only lost his arm. He puts the replacement on, Every day and removes it at night. It always hurts but he smiles, And says he is feeling alright. I pray to the God who is up there, If you love us, stop all wars if you care. Remembrance Day and the Poppy Are important to me. We must not forget those who gave their lives valiantly, So that you and I can walk on our land and be free. In the quietness of the night, I give my own thankful prayer. Our soldiers gave the greatest gift of all, Protecting us with their love and care