I thought hard about this week's challenge and have not read all the other entries. I am emotionally fragile so will write mine before I read the rest.
Poppies.
"It's sad" she sighed.
They
sat on the carpet, bright faces as daisies turned to the sun, gazing at her.
"It
all happened long ago, when my Grandad was just a boy. There was a big fight, a great war,
many young men went to fight, but only a few returned. The poppies grew where the
fighting had been, in the fields. After the First World War, it was decided to
remember those who died every single year. We do this lest we forget.”
“Miss,
isn’t your husband a soldier fighting in Afghanistan?”
“Yes”
she whispered “Lest we forget...”
Awww....that's lovely. Great that your writing reminds us all that it about the past but also the present.
ReplyDeleteMoving and difficult.
ReplyDeleteI loved the daisies and the poppies.
My heart is now completely broken. Why don't we ever learn from our mistakes?
ReplyDeleteMoving and difficult.
ReplyDeleteI loved the daisies and the poppies.
This is lovely Alison. You have merged past and present admirably.
ReplyDeleteAlison, this is so tenderly written - it's heart-breaking.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful job with this piece. laurie @
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There's nothing new under the sun and everything comes round again. Beautifully written Alison.
ReplyDeleteIt's heartbreaking...I get the sense she doesn't expect her soldier to return, Robin
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing.
ReplyDeleteLovely and quite moving.
ReplyDeleteA lovely moving piece. I do like how you made the children daisies.
ReplyDeleteGSussex Beautiful and moving. Lol Gx
ReplyDeleteA this is so simple yet so profound A! It is beautiful. You can picture the scene & feel the emotion of the moment. Well done for gathering your strength. It is a very emotional time of the year I think.
ReplyDeleteMoving and simply beautiful. x
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