Some days her mind is strong
Some days her heart is weak
It is those times of defined distress
Of which she cannot speak
She worries in her silence
Sometimes bathing in her fear
Fighting away negativity
Every moment he's not near
The role of Mommy and Daddy
Is one she often has to play
Letting him down is not a choice
Her stauchness will not sway
While he stands for his country
She will stand for them
Loving, praying, waiting
She will do anything for him
She cluthes the phone to her side
Always waiting for his call
A thing that means the world to her
And yet it is so small
The normalcy she seeks to find
Begins to slowly slip away
The memory of his sweet voice
Is starting to decay
Loving, praying, waiting
The common of her life
As she stands among the silent ranks
Know as the Army wife.
Monday, January 18, 2010
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