THE POPPY

Just wanted to share this with you all, it was given to me many years ago (i think it is lovely and kind of says it all!!).

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 our soldiers shed.
The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy
Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child is a 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.

Regards Donna Z