Freedom Isn't Free

I sat today with my son. He and I both have insanely tender hearts. This year, Remembrance Day has become vitally important to him. He and I sat and watched the ceremonies and we held each other and we cried. Then we watched some videos and we cried some more.

I find that far too often we give Remembrance Day a cursory nod. We may or may not take the minutes of silence before we go about our day. When my x and I were together, there was most definitely not any remembering. In fact, it was simply another day off. Yay! for the day off.

This really bothers me. There should be far more honor given to this day and to those who fought and so humbly I offer this gift;

Our freedom isn’t free
There's a price that’s paid
For you and me
Our freedom isn’t free
A soldier’s lifeblood
Satisfies the currency

“Lest we forget!”
We hear the cry
In front of our tv
We sit in the warmth
Of hearth and home
And watch the ceremony

In Flanders Fields
Our children say
With poppies on their breast
Unbeknownst to them
The cost it takes
As men forever rest

Too often now
We rush the day
With but a cursory nod
Our lives move on
We‘ve things to do
so we wear a solemn facade

The time has come
To stop our lives
For a minute, maybe two
Let’s honor those
Who choose to give
Their lives and blood and souls