With respect to those who have served our country in the armed forces, especially those who have given their lives.
Today is Remembrance Sunday here in the UK. Poppies are laid at the Cenotaphs around the country to remember the fallen.
My son, who is autistic, stood beside me holding my hand, in a rare moment, and respected the dead and those in service. I was so proud. I wrote this poem…
Poppies
Our two hands, entwined.
You don’t often grace me with your silence.
But today, ten million poppies bleed.
As they died,
these heroes of men.
In fields of fortitude and flowers.
With wives and mothers.
Sisters and brothers.
Children.
Lovers.
Today,
scarlet paints a promise
on our hearts.
You stand there,
in the image of your soldier father.
All gallantry and valiance.
And my heart defies my eyes.
I never asked you to stand beside me.
‘respect the dead’, you said.
And you did.
And I wept.
Our two hands, entwined.
You don’t often grace me with your silence.
But today, ten million poppies bleed.
Sarah Drury 2020
Sarah Drury 