My Beloved Poppies of the Heart

 

Here you are again

My Beloved Poppies of the Heart

No new words come

Only those of dear John**

And those written 

Three years gone*

Forever YOU are

In my Heart

Poppies of the Heart*

Here you are again

Poppies of the Heart

Reminding me 

Of Those

I forgot

Of Those 

That left

Your bright red jollyness

Your 'Joie de Vivre'

Strong & Immortal

Your stem arises

Joyfully lives

No help do you need

To Bloom & Grow

Dear John** noticed you

Blowing between the crosses

For you would not be budged

No sorrow was too deep

No pain too piercing

You stayed

So we could remember

The beauty of Life

A life that moves and blows

With the wind of destiny

A destiny of memories too

That cannot do else but be forgotten

For we cannot remember all 

All the time

But then your redness

Grows & Blooms

And I can remember!

Yes, I do!

And I'm so grateful

To remember

Those I forgot

And Those that left

Those that are now

My beloved Poppies of the Heart

by Carmy Stubbs 

Published November 11th, 2018

Audio version here on YouTube

**John McCrae.

Here's his famous poem written in 1915

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

    That mark our place; and in the sky

    The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

    Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

        In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

    The torch; be yours to hold it high.

    If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

        In Flanders fields.