In the grass

Remember us, time does pass
we now lay down under grass.
Some stay silent, others known
some have families far from home.

We could hear the whispers calling
did not know we would be falling.
Found ourselves in mud and pain
washed away by gentle rain.

Now you talk and we do hear
always standing by you near
watching silent from the field
where the many fates were sealed.

You stand silent, prayers last
wishing you could change our past.
But we smile from far away
hoping you will learn one day.

You remember us, as time does pass
from that field among the grass
This gift to you we do bestow
In the grass where Poppies grow.

(c) Audrey Haney 2014