The Last Dream Of A Hero

So my sister wrote this poem a while ago for remembrance day, and i thought it was really good and just had to share it...


I had a dream
I saw colours- no, shades
They circled me with songs
A melody of suffering, bravery and desperation
I looked around but saw nothing
My eyes were blocked
Desperate to find an image
I rubbed them vigorously
Suddenly, a small glow appeared
In the center, I saw my daughter
She was running
Her hair flowing 
My wife was behind her
They ran in a colourful field
Flowers bloomed and brightened their smiles
They looked so beautiful
Their laughs were like a soft melody
Lulling me to sleep
Just then, there was a bloodcurdling cry 
It brought everything back to grey
A loud explosion 
Blackness.

A Simple Flower.

A Powerful Meaning.

-J.S