The poem begins with the mother noticing how three days before Remembrance Day people had already placed poppies on the graves of soldiers who died in the war
The mother remembers how she had smoothed down her son's collar and a not to look upset she had wanted to eskimo kiss him like when he was little and had to hold back from running her hands through his hair
Written in free verse, with stanzas of totally different lengths, enjambment where sentences flow onto the next line and even the next stanza, and caesura where punctuation within the line makes the reader stop and pause
The chaotic structure reflects the chaotic impact of conflict on those at home, their life is chaos, the poem lacks control or organization because the mother is completely absorbed with the terrifying thoughts about her son
The enjambment between stanzas, where it says "all my words flattened rolled turned into felt slowly melting", reflects how the mother is breaking emotionally
The poem blends domestic, everyday imagery with rich metaphor and imagery of war and suffering, to suggest how those left behind at home in civilian life feel
The constant blending of domestic and Military language shows how the suffering of her son or the idea of her son in the conflict zone is constantly on the speaker's mind