Remembering...

A poem written by my husband Mike in 1969 - aged 13 years.

It was a day like today my son, from out of the bright blue sky.
A day like today my son, when millions of people did die.
They came from high above my son, like eagles diving for their prey.
And not a single one was left my son.
Except for you and I...


Remembering the ANZACS, and the sacrifices they made for us...

"They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the evening
we will remember them."
— From the Anzac Day Service