Does she know that the factory that makes the poppies employs many disabled ex-service personnel?
Perhaps, to know why it's a poppy she should read the following. I cannot read it, nor pass a war cemetery, without my eyes filling with tears. Perhaps a trip to Thiepval or any of the others in Picardie would show her what a price many paid for freedom, including the freedom to say that she wants to wear a white poppy.
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.