The Poem of the Poppy

Back in October I posted one of my daughter's poems. Here's another one that she wrote for Remembrance Day. Once again it just blows me away. How she can evoke such emotion and capture such poignancy whilst still so young astounds me. Anyway, enjoy it.

The Poem of the Poppy

You sacrificed your life for me

for I am the blood red and black poppy.

I dance upon the graves of so many lost men.

My friends join me in this scarlet cemetery.

Day after day I see never ending landscape and the cities of grass

But always in front of my eyes are the memories,

memories of the war that come to haunt me.

I see so many men as they fall to their death, everywhere.

The terrible screaming, even as I cover my ears ~
all penetrate my leafy hands and I hear it louder and louder than ever.

The taste of bitter blood, falls to my mouth

but I can't run and hide from this nightmare.

Now it's just a memory, still vivid, but a memory

You sacrificed your life for me

for I am the blood red and black poppy.

I dance upon the graves of so many lost men,

my friends join me in this scarlet cemetery.

by Katy Jenkinson

(my daughter, Aged 10)

Am I proud of her? You bet I am. Incredible stuff!