Has any one ever heard a rememberance poem that I heard on the Ed Stewart radio show many years ago. It was a mother telling her child all about why we wear poppies and why we remember both the wars. It was quite a long poem but very touching. I emailed radio 2 several years ago but had no reply.
Can anyone help please?

This one?

"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.

thank you very much. I think it is such a beautiful poem.

You're welcome - I like it a lot and your post prompted me to find it again, so my thanks to you, too.