It’s easy to forget
As poppies bloom in winter gloom
Reminding us that time of year is near
Yet we choose to forget
grow flowers in our shirt
As if the hurt
And pain
Was all in vain
Yet we remain
Unchanged
For to truly remember would be to invite
The pain and bitterness of the fight
To darken our sight
And we fear we might have to adjust
We forget because we must
So we plant our poppies
Each November
Lest we remember

(c) 2010 Rich Clarkson