“Poppa,” I whisper, “why are you crying?”
“I am remembering,” he says. “A war is something you never forget.”
“Elephants never forget,” I tell him.
“Then let’s be elephants,” he says.
A soft rain falls as a bugler trumpets his notes up into the cold, gray sky. We link our hands and bow our heads.
Stunning, expressive illustration by Renne Benoit.
Love it. Thanks for sharing!
One of my favourites! Read it out loud today!