Days flit by
Yesterdays are
of today.

November deepens
the greyest of months
dark colours my world
leaves sodden
trees bare.

my loved one too
is sinking into
of his former self.

We watch, dismayed
holding memories like
precious jewels

as we accompany

for life as we know it

opening to new chapters
we cannot see
but only imagine

there is hope
in the shadows

glimpses of eternity

and so we live
in November
wearing poppies

A month to remember
to cherish
to be mindful
of eternity.

Lest we forget

Lest we Forget




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