A Poem - The Inquisitive Child

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  1. Why are they selling poppies, Mummy? Selling poppies in town today.
    The poppies, child, are flowers of love. For the men who marched away.
    But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy? Why not a beautiful rose?
    Because my child, men fought and died in the fields where the poppies grow.
    But why are the poppies so red, Mummy? Why are the poppies so red?
    Red is the colour of blood, my child. The blood that our soldiers shed.
    The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy. Why does it have to be black?
    Black, my child, is the symbol of grief. For the men who never came back.
    But why, Mummy are you crying so? Your tears are giving you pain.
    My tears are my fears for you my child. For the world is forgetting again.
     
  2. Its getting smokey in here :oops:
     
  3. Wow. Where did you get that?
     
  4. It is, isn't it...... :oops:
     
  5. Think Ive something in my eye....
     
  6. Daddys Poem

    Her hair was up in a pony tail,
    Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
    Today was Daddy's Day at school,
    And she couldn't wait to go.

    But her mommy tried to tell her,
    That she probably should stay home.
    Why the kids might not understand,
    If she went to school alone.

    But she was not afraid;
    She knew just what to say.
    What to tell her classmates
    Of why he wasn't there today.

    But still her mother worried,
    For her to face this day alone.
    And that was why once again,
    She tried to keep her daughter home.

    But the little girl went to school
    Eager to tell them all.
    About a dad she never sees
    A dad who never calls.

    There were daddies along the wall in back,
    For everyone to meet.
    Children squirming impatiently,
    Anxious in their seats

    One by one the teacher called
    A student from the class.
    To introduce their daddy,
    As seconds slowly passed.

    At last the teacher called her name,
    Every child turned to stare.
    Each of them was searching,
    A man who wasn't there.

    'Where's her daddy at?'
    She heard a boy call out.
    'She probably doesn't have one,'
    Another student dared to shout.

    And from somewhere near the back,
    She heard a daddy say,
    'Looks like another deadbeat dad,
    Too busy to waste his day.'

    The words did not offend her,
    As she smiled up at her Mom.
    And looked back at her teacher,
    Who told her to go on.


    And with hands behind her back,
    Slowly she began to speak.
    And out from the mouth of a child,
    Came words incredibly unique.

    'My Daddy couldn't be here,
    Because he lives so far away.
    But I know he wishes he could be,
    Since this is such a special day.

    And though you cannot meet him,
    I wanted you to know.
    All about my daddy,
    And how much he loves me so.

    He loved to tell me stories
    He taught me to ride my bike.
    He surprised me with pink roses,
    And taught me to fly a kite.

    We used to share fudge sundaes,
    And ice cream in a cone.
    And though you cannot see him.
    I'm not standing here alone.

    'Cause my daddy's al ways with me,
    Even though we are apart
    I know because he told me,
    He'll forever be in my heart'

    With that, her little hand reached up,
    And lay across her chest.
    Feeling her own heartbeat,
    Beneath her favorite dress.

    And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
    Her mother stood in tears.
    Proudly watching her daughter,
    Who was wise beyond her years.

    For she stood up for the love
    Of a man not in her life.
    Doing what was best for her,
    Doing what was right.

    And when she dropped her hand back down,
    Staring straight into the crowd.
    She finished with a voice so soft,
    But its message clear and loud.

    'I love my daddy very much,
    he's my shining star.
    And if he could, he'd be here,
    But heaven's just too far.

    You see he is a British soldier
    And died just this past year
    When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
    And taught Britains to fear.


    But sometimes when I close my eyes,
    it's like he never went away.'
    And then she closed her eyes,
    And saw him there that day.

    And to her mothers amazement,
    She witnessed with surprise.
    A room full of daddies and children,
    All starting to close their eyes.

    Who knows what they saw before them,
    Who knows what they felt inside.
    Perhaps for merely a second,
    They saw him at her side.

    'I know you're with me Daddy,'
    To the silence she called out.
    And what happened next made believers,
    Of those once filled with doubt.

    Not one in that room could explain it,
    For each of their eyes had been closed.
    But there on the desk beside her,
    Was a fragrant long-stemmed rose.


    And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
    By the love of her shining star.
    And given the gift of believing,
    That heaven is never too far.



    Take the time...to live and love.
    Until eternity. God bless!
     
  7. An epic of 6 reeler proportions
     
  8. I clearly have an eyelash in my eye...
     
  9. Bloody hell Ive something in both eyes now.
     
  10. I like this one:-
    Just hope they don't read it for me too soon.


    Sunset and evening star,
    And one clear call for me!
    And may there be no moaning of the bar,
    When I put out to sea,
    But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
    Too full for sound and foam,
    When that which drew from out the boundless deep
    Turns again home.

    Twilight and evening bell,
    And after that the dark!
    And may there be no sadness of farewell,
    When I embark;

    For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
    The flood may bear me far,
    I hope to see my Pilot face to face
    When I have crossed the bar.
     
  11. Fellas this post is the most moving thing i have ever read.

    Thank you.
     
  12. lump in ones throat
     
  13. Damn... seems to be a lot of grit in here.
     
  14. I saw the poem on the wall of the British Legion yesterday and just thought it was too good not to share with others.

    A very sad poem but unfortunately I think it sums up society today. Too many people just don't care, or at least choose not to show it.
     

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