As I watched the memorial service on BBC1
I thought of the mothers who lost their sons
As they fought in wars declared by politicians
Who then sat in their armchairs at home and listened
To reports of lives lost and victories won
As the telegram advised of the loss of a son
The fiancees who never got over the loss
Of their darling sweethearts and dreams that were lost
They shared flats with friends who had shared this sad fate
A generation of spinsters, what a waste
They could’ve had children with the love of their lives
And walked to the park, hubby right by their side
I looked after many of these women as a nurse
They never stopped loving the men they had lost
Sisters who lost their big brothers
Were left to comfort hysterical mothers
Oh flesh of my flesh, my beautiful son
The world is much darker now you are gone
But daughters died too in these horrible wars
As they looked after soldiers, when they came to the ward
I once laid the wreath at the nurses' memorial
In the city chambers, it felt very surreal
I believe we must always honour the people
Who gave up their lives to retain our freedom
Freedom of speech came at the cost
Of millions of heroes whose lives were lost
So cherish that freedom; speak up for the weak
The alien, the oppressed too frightened to speak
Sad but ever so true x
Very emotional 😢😢😢😢 but lovely insight