Saturday, November 9, 2013

For love of Country- A Remembrance Day Poem

For love of Country

For love of country
They gave their time
Their love and their lives
It took the best of families’ sons
And daughters who gave their all
Working overseas and in the wartime plants
Some left the country which they loved

                                           As soldiers they fought so bravely
                                           In foxholes and on fields they suffered 
                                           Giving so freely, for they sought to save
                                           Us from madmen who wanted all
                                           Countries to bow to them
                                           And their mistaken ideals
                                           They put aside misgivings and fought on

Their families suffered dearly
Without them by their sides                           

Missing time as children
Grew without a parent by their side
Parents had a hole in hearts
Where children should abide
When soldiers came to the door
To tell them of their loss

So we set aside a day in November
Every single year to remember
These brave souls who died for us
Fought for us, gave their time for us
But one day is not enough
For their sacrifice so dear
So we remember each day of the year
From the rising of the sun
Until the setting of the sun
We will remember

And celebrate their lives
And thank them for our freedom
That reigns because they fought for us.

©Sheilagh Lee November 9, 2013

Wednesday, November 6, 2013


Three Word Wednesday-Sacrifice 


Amplify, verb: Increase the volume of (sound), esp. using an amplifier; increase the amplitude of (an electrical signal or other oscillation); cause to become more marked or intense; enlarge upon or add detail to (a story or statement).

Criticize, verb: Indicate the faults of (someone or something) in a disapproving way.

Moan, noun: A long, low sound made by a person expressing physical or mental suffering or sexual pleasure; a complaint that is perceived as trivial and not taken seriously by others; verb: make a long, low sound expressing physical or mental suffering or sexual pleasure; (of a thing) make a sound resembling this.

       Recently a number of students at the University of Ottawa decided to wear a white poppy for Remembrance Day which takes place on November 11 each year. Traditional a red and with a green or black centred poppy has been worn since 1920 to commemorate soldiers who died and remember their sacrifice for their country. The Royal Canadian Legion in Canada takes funds from the sale of these lapel (red) poppies to...

.Assist any person (and their dependants) who is serving (or who has honourably served) in the Canadian Forces and are in need of assistance.
.Legion Veterans Transition Program (at UBC): a relief & recovery program for trauma-related stress from military service.
.Housing for homeless veterans, such as Cockrell House in Victoria
.Disaster relief when declared by governments.

At least now they are starting to realize the hurt they've caused and will not hand out white poppies at Remembrance ceremonies. I hope they now understand that red poppies are to remember the sacrifice and help veterans not glorify war.

       This is my response to those white poppy students.



The drumbeat sounds
 It echoes in their minds   
Amplified in time and space
Of carnage and blood, soiled ground
Their comrades’ lives’ spilled

They feel forgotten by today’s youth
Who talk of peace?
And moan of glorifying war
White poppies at their breasts.

And if they dare to speak
The men who fought so hard to
Gain that peace
They’re criticized and told that poppies
Red with a green or black centre
Denote celebrating war

Their ignorance does astound
Poppies are worn for remembrance
Of lives lost and sacrifice made
Not to glorify war
But to recall
How hard the forfeit
Those soldiers made
To honour
And remember the ones
Who brought our peace
So that we never forget their sacrifice.
Long may they be remembered

©Sheilagh Lee November 6, 2013

Friday, October 25, 2013


Shadows lengthening, bony fingers curling, 
Reaching for me, I scream.

The costumed skeleton laughs.

©Sheilagh Lee October 25, 2013

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Happy Birthday Debbie

I think of when we were young
You held my hand and we ran
Hand in hand through fields
Playing hide and seek
Jumping rope, playing jacks

You told me stories
And were my constant friend
I bragged to all about
My brainy sister 
Beautiful and tall

When the girls were bigger than me
Picked on me, washed my face
In trios in the snow
You fought my battles

Our mother and our aunt
Loved to dress us alike
Though you hated it
I loved being just like you

I wanted to be like you
Smart, and self-assured
I was proud when people said
 I looked like you.

We both grew up, married
 You had a son
I had a daughter
 They played together
We smiled our family had blossomed and grown
You had another son I, another daughter

Then tragedy came knocking at the door
Cancer took you away, too young.
Sometimes I look in the mirror and wonder
If we’d look similar still, if you were here now
I look for your smile in my own face
For I miss it so.

I hate that you aren’t here
Enjoying your children, grandchildren
You should be here
I miss you still.

But today I'll think of all the good things
We did together. all the ways you were
My big sister, brave, fearless and strong
I'll think of your love and I'll be happy
That I spent time with you
My beloved big sister.

Happy Birthday Sis!

©Sheilagh Lee August 29, 2013

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Missing Rose

I miss my friend
I miss our conversations
The easy way the words flowed
I miss the person who meant so much
To all she touched in her short life

Sometimes special people come along
Who make the world a better place
Rose was one, a smile always on her face
She opened up her heart
To include all, not just some

She is remembered for a heart
As big as the ocean, and deeper then the sea
Filled with compassion, understanding to see
The love she had, for all,
She considered friends and family,

We are all better people for knowing Rose
The world, a sadder place without her
We will remember her and all she was
With simple acts of kindness
We will honour our dear friend
And remember our Rose

                       RIP Rose July 27,1959 - May 30,2012

 ©Sheilagh Lee May 30, 2013

Monday, March 25, 2013

Remember Me

Twenty years how can it be so?
Twenty years without your smile
Twenty years without your advice
Twenty years of tears, that still come and go
Twenty years how can it be so long?
I miss you sis, your smiling face
Your advice that sometimes annoyed me
I miss your steadfast loyalty
Your warrior heart that beat so fast
And your kindness that came shining through.
Dear sis, remember me from heaven above
Because I 'll always remember you.

©Sheilagh Lee March 25, 2013

Friday, February 22, 2013

Down The Rabbit Hole

Down the rabbit hole I go,
Falling, and spiraling, into pain
Relentlessly it captures me
The flame igniting, burning, bright
It knows no restraints, it knows no limits
It gives no quarter, as it continues its conquest
Wooing softly, then cascading noisily as it seizes
It’s quarry with infinite force
Tightening on me in knots, and waves
Burrowing, kneading, into every joint
I fight with all my might
I want to scream and cry, and shout
As the throbbing goes on, and on, and on
No relief in sight, the pain increasing
Still continues cumulatively
Like a snowball it grows bigger
Sleep eludes, and lingers on
The edge of pain
The climb out of the hole
So deep, I cannot creep
But only hope it stops burrowing
Takes a break, and goes away
Tomorrow, I will creep out of the hole
It will not defeat me.

© Sheilagh Lee February 22, 2013