I have her letters

Perfume lingers on every page

Tied with ribbons

Kept with lavender and her lace



The letters are faded

Kept by her side for all her days

And the ribbons

Once held her hair on a younger day



He wrote of the warm spring days

And how tall the grass grew

He wrote of the poppy fields

He said, "tell the children I love them-remember"



There was a poppy

Kept in a frame

By his photograph

The years were so long

They were strong and we must be too



He wrote of the open air

And how brave his friends were

He wrote of the poppy fields

He said, "tell the children of Flanders-remember"



Remember