11.11.11 Poem by Dean Meredith

Remembrance Day
I remembered the ones
I could remember

My struggle was nothing
Compared to theirs
I felt guilty again

I spoke grateful words
Silently to myself
For them and me

Their sacrifices compared
Louder than mine
Mustn't compare must we

War widows quietly
Withered under the shade
Sun belting down

Stazi stood in front
Of me red capped
I watched them carefully

Feeling quite sure
They had seen me
And others no doubt

An old choir sang
A young orchestra played
And we remembered