Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Listening to the Red Poppy

When I arrived I saw it grow

In the middle of the grave there.

A red poppy the breeze did blow,

The bloom fully open to share

This flower's sentiments with me,

Expressing hope I would not mind

Here this red poppy chose to be.

A reminder that humankind

Does seem preoccupied with war.

Sad, too many a child left, and

Not have a parent anymore.

This poppy knew I'd understand.

Ultimate sacrifice he gave,

The red poppy on my Dad's grave.