Remembrance poppies

It's ANZAC Day here in Australia. So here's a little poem and a bunch of crochet poppies - in memory of all the servicemen and women who gave their lives in wars and conflicts.


Why are they selling poppies, Mummy? 
Selling poppies in town today. 
The poppies, child, are flowers of love. 
For the men who marched away. 

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But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy? 
Why not a beautiful rose? 
Because my child, men fought and died 
In the fields where the poppies grow. 

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But why are the poppies so red, Mummy? 
Why are the poppies so red? 
Red is the colour of blood, my child. 
The blood that our soldiers shed. 

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The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy. 
Why does it have to be black? 
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief. 
For the men who never came back. 

But why, Mummy 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.
* Poem: The Inquisitive Mind of a Child, author unknown
** Crochet pattern: Patons Remembrance Poppies
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  1. Thank you very much for this beautiful poem and your thoughtful pictures. In times like this when so much grief is inflicted upon people who loose beloved ones through violent actions it is important to remember them and to ensure that their unnecessary deaths will not be forgotten. Many thanks from Germany

  2. Thank you Sedef for the beautiful poem and pictures and the link for the poppy pattern. I hope to make many to give away.
    A thankful United States Citizen that is very, very thankful for our brave soldiers for keeping our country safe and free from our enemies, past and present.


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