Alas

Yep.  You've probably guessed it already.  No pictures today - only mumblings.  I know.  What's this world coming to!

- In my search for quotes for you, I came across this wonderful poem, attributed to an unknown author.  

A POEM FOR REMEMBRANCE DAY

Why are they selling poppies, Mommy?
Selling poppies in town today.

The poppies, child, are flowers of love

For the men who marched away.

But why have they chosen a poppy, Mommy?

Why not a beautiful rose?

Because my child, men fought and died

In the fields where the poppies grow.

But why are the poppies so red, Mommy?

Why are the poppies so red?

Red is the colour of blood, my child,

The blood that our soldiers shed.

The heart of the poppy is black, Mommy,

Why does it have to be black?

Black, my child, is the symbol of grief,

For the men who never came back.

But why, Mommy, are you crying so?

Your tears are giving you pain.

My tears are my fears for you my child

For the world is forgetting again.

If you know the author of this poem, please let me know

so I can give proper credit.