my poppies

Every year I willingly contribute and get a poppy…and then another…a third….a fourth. Sometimes I get up to 10 in a year. I get one, wear it and then lose it. It’s the fault of the design. But I never fuss about losing it. I’ve never thought of it as litter, though I suspect I probably should. I’ve always envisioned someone picking it up and pinning it on. The funny thing about the poppy pins? I rarely see them on the ground.

This year, I thought that if I was going to spend about $10 on poppies, why not give that $10 right up front and get a poppy, then search the web and find a means to retain it. [See? Thinking about where all those lost poppies went after all.] So, $10 later, a lovely legion lady pinned it on me at lunch hour and by the time I went home 4 hours later, it was gone.

So I did the research online and found a means to retain it — simply put the pin through a petal in the poppy after pinning it to the fabric. And then I gave a veteran all the change in my purse to get a second poppy.

For perhaps the first time in my poppy getting history, I didn’t lose that second poppy.

And for the first time in a long time, I saw many bills in the donation boxes – $10, $20, $50 and even a $100 bill. I’m proud to support our veterans, and thankful for men and women who have served my country and for my freedom. The events at the War Memorial this year brought to our doorstep that the wars we fight today are not on a battlefront, but in the minds of men. That battlefront is now everywhere.

Let them in, Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die

 

Oṃ śānti śānti śānti