Del “Abe” Jones


Two years of hurt and misery
That seems, like yesterday
To think, it still brings tears
At least, does me that way.

Can’t imagine, with a loved one
Or, even a close friend
Guess, I could be far removed
It wasn’t mine, who met their end.

But, in that days’ memory
A little bit of each loved soul
Adds their little, special bit
That makes up, the whole.

A small piece of all Americans
And, all people who live free
Bring a little something, to it
To what, the rest, will see.

So, we must show resolve
Not, let them see us sway
Except, when our heads bow
For, those lost, that day.