Blood red, running into the earth,
Leaving no trace of life.
We cannot see red of the poppy without seeing your blood.
Life ahead of you, no choice, pulled away from mother's, whose heart's were already full of dread.
Blood red, seeping into the ground, cold and staring eyes of youth, we already miss you.
Before you are even gone, we miss you.
Seas of red and fields of petals, it just looks like a farmers field now,
But we know how you bled, we'll never forget you.
© 2024 Lesley Manning