Where the Poppies Grow by Jolie So

Years have been covered in ash and torment 

Children, wives, fathers have not only lost themselves but their loved ones as well

I have lost my Maria, my Opa, and slowly my will to live

I still trace the number they imprinted on my skin

I still see the nightmares and horror, the death and the smell all too real in the starless sky

No matter what I do, what I eat I am still reminded of him

The trenches are continuously covered in poppies and blood

Hope is silver lined and I cannot cross it, it feels all too surreal
It feels as I will never find my hope

Even when I returned home nothing felt the same without him in my arms

The plum trees grew and prospered, the hens covered the grass with a sea of orange

Even though life was around me, I wanted to die

But the day when I had to save Vater, I have found my will to live

The silver line fading, no more words that taunt a good life, it is truly here

I have now found my Issac where the plum trees and poppies grow

And I have learned hope can still be found in war, in the arms I always love