A/N: Hiya! I'm a bit late but this is for Remembrance Day. It's like a One-shot thing. My Great Grandpa fought in WW2 and I love him to bits! Even if there is the rare occasion that he has to be reminded my name… XD. But yes. My punctuation isn't the best and I'm not a poet, I'm a daydreamer but I really wanted to do something. Also I don't know about the rest of the world, but in Australia (or where I live…) people usually wear Poppies on ANZAC Day and Remembrance Day. So; Lest We Forget. 3

Poppies.

They are called off,

Fighting for what they love,

Protecting what they cherish,

Leaving others behind.

Those who stand against them,

Perish by their hands,

Their own to do the same.

One by one they fall,

To be truly gone

But not forgotten.

The soil is stained

With the red that flows

From comrades,

From brothers,

From fathers,

From loved ones.

Once their fight has ended,

They stand barely alive

Atop a hill to see the sun rise.

And with this sun

Comes a new season.

And with this season

Grows a flower;

A flower so stained with pain,

Pain, loss and grief,

But also with hope,

That those we lost,

Comrades,

Brothers

Fathers

Loved ones,

Did not fight in vain.

We wear these flowers,

Not in remembrance of despair,

But in remembrance,

Of those who fought

To save us all.

We wear these Poppies

In pride of them,

We celebrate their courage,

For war is not a pretty thing.

We celebrate for those we lost,

And those who returned to us,

Because no character

Could ever be more a hero

Then these men.

That is why

We wear our Poppies.

So lest we forget

Those we lost,

And those who came home.

We shall rejoice in their memory

And lift our heads high,

Because it is for them

We wear our Poppies.

Grandpa Rome closed the book of poems and smiled at his two young Grand-babies. "Well, what did you think boys?"

"It was long… And I didn't get it." Lovino pouted in a way that only a five year old such as him could manage.

"I didn't get either…" Feliciano replied, fiddling with his Nonno's fingers. Rome chuckled and ran his spare hand through his hair as he shifted his legs, the weight of the two children only slightly uncomfortable.

"Maybe one day, when you're older you'll understand a bit better." He smiled warmly.