Three Chillies

My grandfather was a soldier, 

He fought in World War ||,

That must have been too much for every man’s shoulder,  

To be honest I don’t think my feet would have fitted even in his single shoe. 

Three Chillies 

You probably wonder why I titled this poem Three Chillies, 

I nearly called it Remembrance Day, 

Which is what today is, but it only makes me think of my grandfather and his chillies, 

He was a brave man and remains a hero ‘till this day. 

Three Chillies 

He used to eat three chillies every time before he went to war, 

He did it to prepare facing any challenge, 

From what people saw and shared I’m sure he saw more, 

A man with a gun, changing the magazines while hoping for change. 

Three Chillies 

I’m sure there are lots of people like him out there, 

Whose shoulders we are standing upon, 

Whose presence is as thin as the air, 

We’ll always remember them now that they are gone. 

Three Chillies