Remembrance

Another Remembrance Day is over:
I am drained with emotion.
The Cenotaph, the Service
The Silence, the Music,
The Pageantry -
The Names:
Names are what I remember,
And vaguely - a young eager face,
Smart and proud in airforce blue,
Handsome matching eyes of blue,
That face has never aged
'Tho forty years have passed
And gone,
Gone, and I've grown old.
Those happy days of tennis,
Cycling, carefree laughing days
Heedless of the siren's warning!
Never thinking of the danger;
Young we were and without fear,

Remembrance

Then, the last mad leave of all
The frantic passionate 'Let's give all!'
As if we knew.
To hell with conventions
We gave our all.
And it was over.
The parting was for ever.
The laughter silenced.
Only lonely desolation and despair
He had given his all.
Now there are the Names
Inscribed on tablets and on tombs,
Read out and heard and mourned
The Day is over.
'The Sun has gone down
But in the morning
We will remember
We dare not forget.'


Sheila Jakobsson