I have her letters
   Perfume lingers on every page
   Tied with ribbons
   Kept with lavender and her lace
  
   The letters are faded
   Kept by her side for all her days
   And the ribbons
   Once held her hair on a younger day
  
   He wrote of the warm spring days
   And how tall the grass grew
   He wrote of the poppy fields
   He said, "tell the children I love them-remember"
  
   There was a poppy
   Kept in a frame
   By his photograph
   The years were so long
   They were strong and we must be too
  
   He wrote of the open air
   And how brave his friends were
   He wrote of the poppy fields
   He said, "tell the children of Flanders-remember"
  
   Remember