Observed

'Mummy what's that flower for?

Mummy no-one's talking any more

Mummy that man looks really sad

Mummy has something happened, something bad?

Mummy that man wiped his eyes

Mummy you said daddies never cry

Mummy let's get out of here

Mummy is daddy coming home this year?'

Mummy knew of daddy's fate

Just told her boy that he'd be late

They grow up quick, but not that fast

How could she say that he had passed?

'Mummy you've a flower too

Please can I have one like you?

Don't cry mummy, I'll help you pay

My pocket money's due today'

She gently took her son's small hand

He's still too young to understand

He's not quite ready for the truth

His daddy's dead, and he'll need proof

Maybe next year he'll be old enough

To take the news; it'll be tough

Then perhaps they can both remember

All year, and not just in November

The last post softly drained away

Shoppers got on with their day

Silence over, observed so well

By those who in this world still dwell

Those who don't looked on with a smile

They'd been remembered for a while

Every emotion today is stirred

By the loudest silence they'd ever heard...

Lest We Forget.