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I'm a wife and mother of 2 little munchkins.
I love Japanese culture and hope to visit on a working holiday. My husband and I enjoy the exquisite culture and are both currently learning to speak Japanese.
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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Anzac Day

Today is Anzac Day, a day we remember those brave soldiers that fought for our country.

I would like to share this poem that brought a tear to my eye. I have relatives, like most Australians, that fought in the war. I had grandparents that served in hospitals and on the battlefield. I am weary of watching the news, as I can't bear watching the world at arms with each other. I fear for war again, fear for the safety of my family and friends. I hope if that day comes, I can stand strong and be brave. But for now, I will remember those who were lost, those who wept and those who returned without their companions.


A Poem for Remembrance Day


"The inquisitive mind of a child"

Why are they selling poppies, Mummy?
Selling poppies in town today.
The poppies, child, are flowers of love.
For the men who marched away.
But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died
In the fields where the poppies grow.

But why are the poppies so red, Mummy?
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood, my child.
The blood that our soldiers shed.
The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy.
Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief.
For the men who never came back.
But why, Mummy are you crying so?
Your tears are giving you pain.
My tears are my fears for you my child.
For the world is forgetting again.

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