Today at 11am, many will stop what they are doing, disregard their phones and respect a Two Minute Silence in Remembrance.
As a child, I remember this at school, but it is only in recent years that I’ve noticed supermarkets, shopping malls, and offices acknowledging this, and so they should.
For us, Two minutes, out of one day, once a year. For them, forever.
This is for those left behind:
A life shared for three score years,
Now a home only for one,
Hours in front of an old TV,
Oh why does nobody come?
A life shared for two score years,
Grown children on the make,
Visits from riotous grandchildren,
‘Hey Granma! You got any cake?’
A life shared for 20 years,
Dreams will now stay in the night,
Kids have left home, so much left to do,
But no cosy future in sight.
A life shared just a matter of months,
A new baby is on the way,
Such joy to be blessed with this miracle
Conceived on one’s wedding day.
So many shared lives.
So many cut short,
Sound familiar to you?
Then spare them a thought.