Kayley's Blog

Not All Who Wander Are Lost.

Remembrance Day Poem

| 4 Comments

Sunset on field VI Robert Körner via Compfight

War

What is war?

The First World War ended

on the eleventh day

on the eleventh month

at eleven o’clock.

War is not knowing whether

your loved one is coming home.

Opening the mail to see

that you got a letter

saying that your loved one has passed away.

Or the joy at seeing a family member

come home after they have fought for our freedom.

What were they thinking

when peace was upon them for the first time

in four years?

Respect is a poppy pinned to your shirt

and held with pride

because we are free.

4 Comments

Leave a Reply

Required fields are marked *.


Skip to toolbar