Remembrance

Remembrance

The Poppies return every year

in November with splashes of red

Their delicate petals so fragile

Their vibrancy mourning the dead

For two minutes we will remember

With bowed heads we stand very still

Eternity ticks by in silence

Come join us in prayer if you will

For peace we cry out, God for peace

We utter those words so aware

That in our sad world the fighting goes on

For somebody's loved one, somewhere.

So many through vast generations

Have laid down their lives, not returned

Left widows and orphans to weep and to grieve

And hope that the lessons are learned

And still peace remains so elusive

I fear it will always be so

And with heads bowed we stand and remember

How much to those brave folk we owe

“They will not grow old” words familiar

to those who grieve still each November

Lets make sure we honour their memory

By pausing each year to remember.

Karen Holmes

7 November 2010