11/11/2025
Why wear a poppy?
“Please wear a poppy” the lady said, and held one forth, but I shook my head.
Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,
And her face was old and lined with care, but beneath the scars the years had made, there remained a smile, that refused to fade.
A boy came whistling down the street, bouncing along on carefree feet,
His smile was full of joy and fun, “Lady” he said, “May I have one?”.
When she’d pinned it on, he turned to say “Why do we wear a poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way and answered “this is Remembrance Day,
And the poppy there is a symbol for the gallant who died in war,
And because they did, you and I are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see.”
I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes,
He loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about,
As the years went by, he learned and he grew, and became a man, as you will too.
He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
But he seemed to be with us, such a short while,
When the war broke out he went away, I still remember his face that day,
When he smiled at me and said “goodbye, I’ll be back soon, Mum, so please don’t cry.”
But the war went on, and he had to stay, and all I could do was wait and pray.
His letters told of the awful fight (I can see it still, in my dreams at night)
With the tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire,
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire.
Till at last the war was won, so that’s why we wear the poppy son!
The small turned as if to go, then said “thanks lady, I’m glad to know.
That sure did sound an awful fight, but your son, did he come back alright?”
A tear rolled down the faded cheek, she shook her head, but did not speak.
I slunk away, feeling sick with shame, and if you’d been me, you’d of done the same.
For our thanks in giving is oft delayed,
Though our freedom was bought - and thousands paid.
And so when you see a poppy worn, try to think of the burden borne
By those who gave their very all,
When asked to respond to their countries call,
That we at home in peace might live.
So wear a poppy - remember - and give.
Seen in the British ex-patriates centre, Royal British Legion, Limassol, Cyprus.