The Brightest Flower

A flower held hand
As the young girl reaches up for her
mothers grasp
The reddest of velvet's reflected from
Tears on eyes
Her poppy
Stands proud and straight

She knows why she's standing
She know no return
Her father not here now
His never come home

He fought for his country
He fought for his life
He fought for his honour
His family
Our life

Remember this girl that cries every night
No father to hold her
Is gone from this earth
Yet she is the proudest
A daughter could be
Because of her father
Gave life
For you
...and for me

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Poppy day