I say thanks though it's not enough
To the war torn, the weary, the fearful, the tough.
To those who returned and to those who have died.
To those shunned at home and to those met with pride.
Our lives of freedom, joy and vice,
gifted at immeasurable price.
Lest we Forget

Get sunburnt
Splash
Play rough
Scream
Bomb others
Leave your towel in a wet heap
Play dangerous games
Dunk weak swimmers
Run around poolside
*** as much as you like

I said goodbye just yesterday, though days ago you died.
I promised you that I'd be strong, though many tears I've cried.
To take up 'paperwork' is like a cross one has to bear.
And others, in their grief, design to call you laissez-faire.
I want to crumble, but the years have seen me build on ground that's solid; as my heart is true;  and I am duty-bound.
I'm also bound by love and trust – indelible and strong.
I will not fail you, even if my critics call it wrong.
I'll take a breath, I will not crack, I'll see my duty’s end.
And when the ink has dried I'll tell my heart it's time to mend.

A glistening bead of amber held reverently
Seeking visions beyond whimsy.
A wish with eyes closed tight.
The bead beams bright.
Shared moments playing like a reel refracted in a golden convex glow.
You smile through the tears because you know.
Glimpses of times gone by.
Smiles. Tender embraces.
This show is for you and you alone.
The only solace that you own.