Remembrance Day - Original Poem

Our pain is black and white

But grey is the memory of me leaving home

How is it, that on those frontlines

We felt united yet so alone

In my pocket, crumpled

Is a poppy

Wilted and long done its time

But symbolic

Of our lives and times on the lines

And with poppies and a day in November

We hope you remember, it’s all we ask

Please recall the despair

And the fog that further dimmed the air

When we left our mothers

And made new brothers

Short-lived comradeship

In the face of the opposition never-ending

That you recall our fear

And our pounding hearts

Because tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed

And you note that crimson is not just

The flower that blooms in the field

But the bloodshed

Despite the prayers read.

Please ensure our deaths weren’t in vain

And that your children know our names.

- Karisma xx