Our Welland Park creative writers have written some inspirational Remembrance Day “Lest We Forget” poems. You can read all the others from the links at the bottom.
Death is my friend’s cold hand on my shoulder
the blood seeping through the linen
red against white
innocence against sacrifice.
Death is the way the sounds of the guns
mingle with the birds chirping,
idealistic amongst this horror.
Death is when a father talks so wistfully
of his daughter. He can’t remember her voice
or the way her eyes shine.
A pain pierces my breast and I fall.
I fall, I fall.
And I greet Death as my oldest and dearest friend.
When it’s all over,
they plant poppies to honour us.
But do they know
they are the same colour as our blood?
Those same birds, with their constant chirp,
are the only ones who saw us fall
Who watched me walk
hand in hand with Death –
my oldest and dearest friend.
