Poppy Wreaths – A Haibun

Today, for Haibun Monday, Frank Tassone at D’Verse Poets, has prompted us with ‘Memorial’ as today is Memorial Day in the US.

When I think of the armed services, the memory it invokes for me is a visit to France many years ago. My mother’s first husband was killed in the D Day invasion in Word War II and was laid to rest in Bayeux, Normandy. We went with little information other than his name and regiment but thanks to the kindness of the French we found the cemetery and his grave easily.

I will never forget the miles and miles of crosses and markers throughout the French countryside, and how many had laid down their lives or us all.

Wreaths of red poppies
In honor of those who died
Lest we forget them

 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Photo by corina ardeleanu on Unsplash

  12 comments for “Poppy Wreaths – A Haibun

  1. May 27, 2019 at 9:55 pm

    I love how you evoke the scene with such vibrant imagery. Lovely haiku at the end, too! 😀

    • Christine Bolton
      May 28, 2019 at 9:19 am

      Thanks so much Frank. The scene ws very vivid and it remains with me 😢

  2. May 27, 2019 at 11:57 pm

    We must always remember the ones who have fallen. I cannot fully relate because my family has not lost someone at war before, but we have had a lot of us serve.

    Beautiful three lines about it though!

    • Christine Bolton
      May 28, 2019 at 8:20 am

      Than you so much for your comment. No we must never forget nd of those who have served. They are all heroes 💕

  3. May 28, 2019 at 5:34 am

    Yes, lest we forget Christine. Heartfelt! Wonderful!

    • Christine Bolton
      May 28, 2019 at 9:18 am

      Thanks so much Rob 🙂💕

  4. May 28, 2019 at 2:41 pm

    being in amongst those crosses had to have such a deep impact on you as far as war and killing and dying

    • Christine Bolton
      May 28, 2019 at 5:14 pm

      Yes it certainly did Lisa. It was the heartache that was left behind too 😢

  5. May 28, 2019 at 3:45 pm

    I have never visited, but with the amount of crosses you have to remember that each tells a story.

    • Christine Bolton
      May 28, 2019 at 5:12 pm

      Oh yes for sure. As was the story of my mother’s first husband. It was a very sad story.

  6. Beverly Crawford
    May 28, 2019 at 6:31 pm

    Thank you for sharing your personal experience. Seeing the fields of white crosses tugs at one’s heartstrings.

    • Christine Bolton
      May 28, 2019 at 11:43 pm

      Thank you Beverly 🙂 Yes it did pull on the heart strings

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