Remember
A poem
I do not know your name I do not know your face I do not know what day you died Nor where your end took place I think that you were scared I hope you weren’t alone I guess you had a family And wanted to go home I know you had no choice I know that you were brave I know that you were far too young To lay down in your grave I honour you today I hold you in my mind I think of all you sacrificed For those you left behind I thank you for my life Though strangers we may be I promise to remember Just what you did for me
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, pictures byIf you enjoyed our poem, you might also like our Children’s Christmas Picture Book, Is Aunt Moll from the North Pole, available from Tree Keeper Books or Waterstones
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So poignant. There's such beauty in the simplicity of this ❤️
Touching and beautiful. Thank you Emily and Lydia. ❤️