SmileyRose Ramblings by Frances Rose Agnes Napper (She/Her)
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Remembrance Sunday “Lest we Forget” is a phrase we often use to remind ourselves to honour and remember the folks who gave their lives for our military. It comes from a poem called “Recessional” by Rudyard Kipling, written way back in 1897. This phrase is all about not forgetting the bravery and dedication of our service members, especially during tough times. You’ll usually hear it on days when we commemorate our heroes, like Remembrance Day or Veterans Day. It’s a way to show respect and keep the memories alive, encouraging us to learn from the past and recognize those who have served and still serve today.
We shall remember them.
Remembrance Day to commemorate those who were killed in both World Wars.
A poem by John McCrae
In Flanders’ fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders’ fields.Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high,
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders’ Fields. -
I had a dream recently that ignited a fire within my heart. In this vivid reverie, a dashing man appeared, a beacon of hope in my moment of despair, when I was starting to believe that decent men had vanished from this world.
It’s a haunting feeling to lose hope, to wander through life questioning whether true love still exists in the shadows.
In that dream, I dared to wonder—could it be possible for dreams to blossom into reality? 🤔❤️✨
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As you utter a heartbreaking goodbye, a surge of realization crashes over you like a tidal wave—suddenly, you are engulfed by an overwhelming love for the very person you’re leaving behind. You cast one final glance over your shoulder, a desperate plea etched on your face, only to witness them drifting further and further away, their silhouette fading against the horizon. Your heart screams their name, yearning to call out, to turn back, but your feet betray you, propelling you forward into an abyss of silence.
Months whirl into a blur, barely noticeable as they bleed into years. Each passing moment is a painful reminder that perhaps this love was never destined to flourish, never meant to thrive under the weight of time. Yet, as the seasons change and the years unfurl like fragile petals, your heart begins to treasure those fleeting moments, transforming them into shimmering memories that dance within your mind. You find yourself clinging to these echoes, revisiting the laughter, the warmth, the spark that once ignited your very soul. But is this how it ends? A tender yet aching love story reduced to mere reminiscence, lingering like a haunting melody that plays softly in the chambers of your heart?
SmileyRose Ramblings by
Frances Rose Agnes Napper (She/Her) 