"Poppies", a poem by Elizabeth Mason
‘Put poppies on my grave’, he said,
my dearest, soldier boy.
‘For when I dream, I dream of you,
my bonnie girl, all dressed in red’.
‘Remember me’, my true love wrote,
just hours before he closed his eyes,
How precious is this final note.
I sit and read, then weep and cry.
So here I stand before his cross.
His name and age, the day he died.
I feel his pain and grieve his loss.
My heart is full of love and pride.
How cruel man can be to man.
Such evil greed just begs belief.
Was this a part of God’s great plan?
When will this battle ever cease?