Time To Remember by Sandra Hurst

November Prompt: Oh. Before I forget...

Spit shined boots and far away eyes,
Look past you at comrades that never came home.
It’s time to remember.
 
The silence, a poppy, A pittance of time,
A poem dragged up from school days long ago.
It’s time to remember.
 
We’ll meet again and Sweet Lily Marlaine,
Auschwitz and Buchhold, and Kaslo, BC.
It’s time to remember.
 
Quavering voice in a long Checkout line,
Halting and fumbling, with faltering steps.
Now is the time to remember.
 
Crumbs on his shirt and stains on his pants,
Mind not quite certain and steps not quite sure.
This too, is the time to remember.

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A mythmaker at heart, Sandra Hurst has been writing poetry, fantasy and science fiction since her school days in England. Hurst moved to Canada in 1969 and was deeply influenced by the wild lands and the cultures that surrounded her.

A member of the Alexandra Writers’ Centre Society, the Canadian Science Fiction and Fantasy Association, and the Mythopoeic Society, Hurst works to build  worlds that allow her readers to join her in exploring the depths of human interaction through a mythical game of ‘what if.’

Her first novel, Exile, was long-listed for the prestigious Aurora Award, for best Canadian fantasy novel (Young Adult) and the American-based RONE award for break-out fantasy novel.

She now lives in Calgary, Alberta with her husband and son, both of whom she loves dearly, and has put up for sale on e-bay when their behaviour demanded it.