Some Mother's son

[Brenpoet]

Remembrance Day, with poppies red
Placed upon the Tomb
November's rain to mourn the Dead
In shrouds of mist and gloom

All our Fallen Soldiers true
Are faded into dust
Pilots brave and Sailors' crew
Lie among the just

Elgar's music carries tears
When words do not convey
The futility of Youth's lost years
Blown like leaves away

And every one some Mother's son
Some sweetheart left to weep
They bought our freedom with their blood
We will Remembrance keep

[Clyde]

Thank you so much for the sentiments, and the words.

[Brenpoet]

Thank you very much for your kind review.
I am glad you liked it.

[Maryann22]

i can see you really have a talent for writing keep up the good work