Army Wife

July 19, 2013

I sit and watch

From my swing on the porch

As the leaves begin to change

The grass starts to fade

And the flowers begin to wither

The birds have taken leave.

How strange this world we reside in

Seems to be to me.

So I sit and watch

As the seasons change

From winter to spring, and summer to fall

Waiting for you to come home

So you can pick me up and twirl me around

I have a pattern that I use

To look once to the left

Then over my right shoulder

Next beyond the horizon

Then come back to our world

Someday days my mind becomes distanced

And is filled with thoughts of my brave hero

My mind starts to travel

To far away places

Where I know your fighting

And I see your sweet face.

“I’ll come back to you someday,

In winter I presume.”

You say to me as if it were true.

Yet I know in my heart

There is an equal chance

That your brave heart may fall

To all those who despise you.

How wrenched are men

That they kill their own brothers

Not knowing of course

That their fates soon will follow.

So as winter turns to spring,

And summer into fall

I sit and wait for

My hero to return home.

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