A Sister’s Love

Submitted by Irene Mandra

You ask why I embark on this,

This search that has no hope.

If you can’t feel, I can’t explain.

You’ll never understand.

If I were there and he were here,

He’d do the same for me.

A sister’s love cannot be measured by instruments of man.

No time too great or distance far, to dissuade me from my search.

I must not stop, I will not stop.

I need to know the truth.

I cannot buy the MIA.

The line so freely used.

If I should find his last remains or know the place he died,

Then I can stand and speak for him and let him know I tried.

To let him know I missed him so.

To let him know I cared.

I always felt that when one dies some words would ease the pain.

Some words of love some word of hope.

To rest eternally.

I know some day we’ll meet again.

Of that there is no doubt.

But till that day has come for me I must continue on.

To know the men who knew him well, his final resting place.

I cannot buy the MIA, it does not sit with me.

Author unknown

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