*~*~* My glittering stars *~*~*

I can’t help feeling entirely relieved now that this obscene football-poppy shambles has reached some form of resolution. I have to say it was becoming utterly ridiculous. I had feared it was fast morphing into yet another hideous row over race and politics. Wear a poppy. Don’t wear a poppy. It is just so unbelievably unimportant. The 11 th November is REMEMBRANCE day. A day when we REMEMBER. We remember the brave soldiers who fought and died in the First World War. We remember all the service men and women who were enlisted into World War Two. We remember every child without a parent, every mother and father without a child, husbands and wives without their soul mates. We remember those whose lives were lost during war, those who were injured fighting, and those who lost loved ones. We remember all the people affected by all the wars. These days lots of people choose to use the day to honour the many men, women and children lost, injured, widowed and orphaned by the recent

I got into bed last night and then this popped into my head so I wrote it on my phone and now I am sharing it! Hope you like. We cry ourselves to sleep And wake with swollen eyes. Our hearts can only weep As we begin to realise That all we are Is not enough. We want the stars But get the rough. Our hearts are broken, Cast aside. Our eyes are open But they hide The pain we feel That seems so wrong And yet it’s real And lasts so long. So shed your tears And chase away Those painful years. Tomorrow’s a new day. That is all for the minute :-)