Forgotten Messages

[tectak]

I vaguely recall an old interview
with one of the Great War's last survivors,
approaching or passing a century's life.
His simple message was that we should love.

Like all of worth I suspect it's forgot,
and if I mentioned the article now
I'd be looked at as though I'd said I'm the Pope,
and that daffodils taunt me in French.

I hope the old boy died thinking his message would last,
and feeling at least that his family heard.
I picture them shrouded in white loveliness,
not quite understanding this strange miracle,

that woodlands of love can blossom from shit.

the last line doesn't work at all for me. feels right out of character.
the daff line was great. the last line of the 1st stanza feels weak.
the rest of poem had a light nostalgic feel to it as seen by the writer's POV. i enjoyed it

thanks for the read.

Change the last line, then I will bother to crit it.....which rhymes with something gratuitous.
Best,
Tectak