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It's that time of year again with Rememberance /Armistice day coming up and last night was All Souls, we had been invited to my Mum's church for the All Souls service and altho' I was dreading going I knew I had to and armed myself with a stock of Hankies, surprisingly I didn't really need them and managed to light two candles for my parents without tears, it was a lovely calming service and I feel it helped me by being there and with others in the same position. The other day that always upsets me and I really don't know why is Rememberance day, I think I'm not alone in this tho', it is a very emotional time. In the light of the time of year the theme for the Artful Ideas swap is 'Rememberance' and the atc must have a poppy on it - so here is mine , stamped poppies in abundance and hidden is the first verse of John Macrae's 1915 poem :-
In Flanders Field.
In Flanders Field the Poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
that mark our place; and in the sky
The Larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
we lived,felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up the quarrel with the foe,
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
we shall not sleep, though Poppies grow
in Flanders Fields.