It's time, I think, to post a couple poems I've always enjoyed and kept in my scrap book. We don't really realize what our spouse's see and these are for them.
(I've added a link at the bottom where you can find them.) Loving a soldier
Loving a soldier is a high price to pay
Loving him dearly is hard when he's away
It's being alone with nothing to hold
It's being young when feeling old
It's having him whisper his love for you
It's whispering back that you love him too
There comes a kiss and a promise for more
As his plane slowly rises to soar
Recluntantly, painfully, letting him go
While your insides are dying from wanting him so
Watching him leave, your eyes full of tears
Standing alone with hopes, dreams and fears
It's sending a letter with a stamp upside down
To a far away love in a far away town
It's going to church to kneel and pray
And really meaning the things that you say
Being in love will foster your dreams
Of that far away soldier your mind fairly beams
Days go by no mail for a spell
You wait for some word that all is well
Then a letter arrives and you give in
To open his letter and read with a grin
Yes he is well and misses you so
It's filled with love you wanted to know
Weeks are months and months are like years
You wait for the day when you have no more fears
Days go slowly, how many have passed?
Yes loving a soldier brings bitterness and fears
Lonliness, sadness, and desponndent years
Loving a soldier isn't much fun
But it's worth the price when the battle is won
And remembering he is thinking of you everyday
He's sad and he' lonely while so far away
So love him and miss him and hold you head high
Be strong and have faith, wipe that tear from your eye
It's the high price you pay for lovinga soldier.
Author Unknown
The Silent Ranks
I wear no uniforms, no blues or army greens.
But I am in the military in the ranks rarely seen.
I have no rank upon my shoulders. Salutes I do not give.
But the military world is the place where I live.
I'm not in the chain of command, orders I do not get.
But my husband is the one who does, this I can not forget.
I'm not the one who fires the weapon, who puts my life on the line.
But my job is just as tough. I'm the one that's left behind.
My husband is a patriot, a brave and prideful man
and the call to serve his country, not all can understand.
Behind the lines I see the things needed to keep this country free.
My husband makes the sacrifice, but so do our kids and me.
I love the man I married. Soldiering is his life.
But I stand among the silent ranks known as the Military Wife.
Author Unknown
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