Remembrance Day

REMEMBRANCE DAY TOPIX

~ Remembrance Day Poem ~

Grandpa pinned a pretty poppy

On his big black coat today,

He always stands up straighter

When he wears that coat that way,

He was humming to his friends again so soft that no one hears,

But I think he knows I’m listening

And he lets me see his tears

He was talking to his friends today

I heard him when he prayed

Now were going to see them

At my Grandpa’s big parade.

I sit high on Daddy’s shoulders

And try to catch my Grandpa’s eye

But he’s looking at the Maple Leaf

And he salutes as he walks by.

I ask if I can meet his friends

So he takes me for a walk;

We kneel beside a list of names

All written on a rock.

He tells me they were left behind

In cold and distant rain

He can only talk to them in prayer

They can’t come home again.

We had to pay the price, he says

To bring war to an end;

I think Freedom’s pretty costly

If you have to pay with friends.

‘Why did you do all that for me,

I wasn’t born yet ?’

He held me close and whispered

‘I don’t want you to forget.’

‘I did it for my Mom and Dad,’

Then his eyes began to water

‘I did it for your Dad, and you

And for your son and daughter.’

So I’ll always pin my poppy on,

Take my grand kids on parade;

Kneel underneath the Maple

Leaf,

To thank the friends my Grandpa

Made.

~ anonymous  

 poppy

On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, Canadians are asked to pause and remember the thousands of men and women who sacrificed their lives fighting for freedom and democracy during the First World War, the Second World War, the Korean War, the Afghanistan conflict and during peacekeeping missions. I am grateful for all those who have fought and those who continue to put their lives at risk each day so we feel a little more safe in the world. Each year we pause to watch the planes fly over to pay respects to all of those who have fought for our freedom, and each year it brings tears to my eyes. Today will be no different…

Thank you from the deepest part of my heart!
Tracy signiture

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‘Beyond Marriage’..an excerpt of a novel, part two.

Wildflowers The sun was brilliant.  Flowers were in full bloom.  There was a light floral breeze in the air.  As the guests arrived you could see in their eyes that each one was there to experience a once in a lifetime gift of seeing the truest form of love unite.

If anyone was to have hope of lasting a lifetime it was us.  There was not one face in the crowd who did not truly believe in the marriage they were about to witness.

As the moment drew near I felt as though I was having an out of body experience.  I was overwhelmed with emotion.  I felt faint.  The moment I had dreamed of as a young girl was about to happen.  I was about to look into my Fathers eyes as his little girl and walk down the isle holding onto his strong arm, moments away from becoming a wife.  He felt secure, safe and his love for me was felt deep inside my heart.  I took a deep breath, looked into my father’s eyes and he reassured me I would be just fine.  We took the first step together and walked out into the view of everyone.  It was truly exhilarating.

My eyes went straight through the crowd to meet his while my entire body balanced itself and relaxed.  The thought that went through my soul was that it was him, the one, my guy, my soul mate, it was he who was standing looking at me, waiting for me.  I felt it to be so right in every ounce of my being.  I was no longer quivering.  I felt as though he had passed onto me some of his inner strength through the joining of our hands.

After the ceremony everyone gathered close while he stood strong and read aloud a poem he wrote to me.  There was complete silence with not one dry eye in the crowd.  It was like Shakespeare or listening to an Opera and, though the verses were not understood by all, you knew exactly what he was saying.

‘The Poem’

Early evening window, faded red, hand painted wind.

A watery Eden.

Cloaked in bliss, I watched my angel dance.

Cool curtains in circular embrace, forever in your debt for this fresh miracle.

Opulent compelling sanctuary.

Sunlit sleep.

A single shadow watched until we stopped, the strong tones of a poets thoughts.

Lamenting sunlight.

We will follow in steps from a rising chorus, shall we make an eternal promise?

A poem or a prayer?

If I could only touch you again for the very first time.

For You,

My Eternal Love

Tracy

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