Del “Abe” Jones


There s a table in the front
Raised so that it draws attention
Reserved for all those missing
Still not found or in detention.

Set for six of those missing
One each for branches Serving
One place for lost Civilians
Whom are felt just as deserving.

The table is shaped in the round
For the everlasting concern
As all of us, hope and pray
Someday they all, will return.

The tablecloth is bright white
To symbolize the purity
Of those, answering the call
Of their Country, doing their Duty.

The single rose, in a vase
For the lifeblood of those lost
And for those awaiting answers
A sad part of Wartime’s cost.

The vase, tied with red ribbon
A symbol of determination
To account for those still missing
In the Service of our Nation.

A slice of lemon on the bread plate
For missing/captured in a foreign land
The bitter fate of some Heroes
Who chose to make a valiant stand.

A pinch of salt for all those tears
Shed, by missing and their Families
Seeking answers to their questions
From all those faraway countries.

The Bible represents the strength
Gained through Faith, to sustain
Those missing on foreign shores
Where, far too many, still remain!

Each of their glasses is inverted
Because they can t share the toast
That, one day we can account for them
What we want, first and foremost.

The candle is a light of Hope
To illuminate the way back home
To the loved ones who are waiting
Across the sea to Homeland s loam.

The chair just sits there empty
A place saved for just the one
Who has yet, to come home
And one each, for their brethren.

An Honor Guard places covers
On each empty dinner plate
For the Services and Civilian
Who have met, this terrible fate.

“Taps” is played, and “Some Gave All”
With a spotlight on their table
With a toast, for their accounting, sworn
For as long as we all are able.

This solemn Honors Ceremony
Symbolizes they are here with us
Hoping someday, they will be back
This wish, the most, in God we trust.

This can be done for six or one
For the meaning is the same
That all, will be returned one day
This, we pray, in Heaven’s Name.


I sent your poem paying tribute to POW/Missing vets to a friend in Iraq who serves over there as a contractor doing work for the Iraqis… he’s a retired Army Lieutenant Colonel… he sent back a reply that the mess hall where he eats regularly has such a table set up for Missing/POW for all to see who come in there… he thought it ironic to receive that poem.

So, I replied back to him, “why don’t you see what you can do to have the poem displayed on the table” … well, he replied back with the email that I am forwarding to you… I thought you’d want to know that your poem is getting displayed in the war zone.

Keep up the good work,


I verified that the poem sits directly across from the reserved chair, adjacent to the rose. Our table has only one chair and is leaned against the table as if to reserve the seat.

Best Regards