It doesn’t matter
What age you are.
When a loved one dies
It’s very, very hard.
I was sweet sixteen
When my brother died.
I shut down
Never once, did I cry.
Over the years
I’ve learned to accept.
As a man, a soldier
He fought to protect.
He accepted his orders
And, took command.
But, why did they leave him
In a far away land?
Many, many years
Letters came to remind.
No soldier – their comrade
Would be left behind.
Mother and Dad
Never gave up hope.
It was all they could do
In order to cope.
One day a letter came
A smoking gun.
Searches would cease
Nothing could be done.
No soldier – their comrade
Would ever be left behind.
This was their promise
They’ve lied this time.
I buried Mom and Dad
And, promised them this.
Danny will come home
Full Military honors at best.
Deborah Ann Tornillo
Author, “36 Days Apart”
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