The Brightest Star 'Ode to a hero'
I tip-toed towards the bedroom door.
Another day was gone.
I tucked my daughter up in her bed.
And had sung her a bedtime song.
I put my hand on the handle with care.
And gently turned out the light.
When a tiny voice behind me said.
"Mummy, where's my Daddy gone tonight?"
A little body had sat back up.
Tears sliding down her face.
"Mummy, he's not coming home, ever again,
Daddy is in another place"
I my daughter close to my breast.
As together we quietly cried.
For I had lost the man I loved.
And my daughter, her daddy, her pride.
"No, my darling, I whispered soft.
But Daddy would not want you to cry.
I'll show you where your Daddy is,
Come, let's look at the night-time sky".
She snuggled up close to my neck.
As she gazed at the glittery sky above.
"Your Daddy is the brightest star you can see,
And he is sending you all of his love"
"Your Daddy was a soldier you see,
His job was to fight a war.
One day when you are all grown up.
You'll know just what it was for.
"So, don't you let Daddy see you cry.
Although he will understand.
Be sure to wave to the brightest star you can see.
And the twinkle will be his hand"
"So, hush, my darling, close your eyes.
And dream of your Daddy's love.
For he will send it to you all of the time.
From his place in heaven above"
I stepped out into the garden.
And stared at the stars in the night.
I whispered,"I will love you forever.
I am proud to have been a soldiers wife"
Copyright Annemari ©13th July 2010
The Poppy.
There quite low in the sweet lush grass.
Lies a bud about to bloom.
A bud so full of innocence.
'She' cannot know her fate to come.
Thud! Thud! Thud! footsteps all around.
A body falls close to her lying still upon the ground.
'She' lifts her head and takes a look.
Shivering in the vibrations of the land as it shook.
Bending slighty as if to comfort, her petals start to unfurl.
The scarlet 'cheeks' of her being become a symbol to the world.
'She' raises her head way up to the sky.
And sends a prayer for the soldier about to die.
Had this been another time, another day.
Would we think about this flower in this way?
The 'Poppy' a symbol of memory.
For those we have loved and lost.
A flower so strong it defies all fight.
Growing in the fields amongst blood day and night.
For as long as The Poppy remains in the fields.
Our soldiers memory won't die, though the hurt may heal.
Each Poppy, a soldier, no longer to stay.
For the love of their Country, they gave up their days.
We owe them this honour, our love and our praise.
Take pride in The Poppy, Long may she stay.
Copyright Annemari (C) 3rd November 2011
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