Terrysgirl's blog: "Poems"

The Silent Ranks I wear no uniforms, no blues or army greens. But I am in the military in the ranks that are rarely seen. I have no rank upon my shoulders. Salutes I do no give, but the military world is the place where I live. I am not in the chain of command orders I do not get, but my husband does this I can no forget. I am not the one who fires the weapon, who puts my life on the line, but my job is just as tough I am the one that is left behind. My husband is a patriot a brave and pride filled man. And the call to serve his country not all understands. 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.

A Poem For Military Spouses As I stood in the doorway, I watched you pack your bag. You said good bye as tears spilled down my cheeks. The door shut and you were gone. My heart broke into a million little pieces. I think I may have stepped on some. I thought for a moment the world had stopped spinning and life as I knew it had come to a standstill. Our dogs howled and I held them close. It was then that I realized the world was still spinning. The phone rang. The bills came. The car broke down. I stood in the living room up to my ankles in toys. Darn that Lego hurt! Hands on my head, the world was spinning faster. I must get back on. What in the world did I do with that bottle of aspirin? Oh I believe he took it with him. Dinner time. I look at the empty place at the table. Not only is my heart broken. It is angry. I ask God "Why?" "Why did they have to take him this time? Can't they take someone else?" God in all his infinite wisdom replied "I have chosen you for this special mission in life." "You are strong, yet soft." "You are an independent individual, yet you can depend upon yourself when duty calls." "You have the ability to handle a crisis in a manner that makes me proud to call you My Child." "You are unique." "You are special." "You have been chosen." "Hold your head high." "You are a military wife.

I LOVE A SOLDIER I love a soldier With all of my heart. I see him almost never; We are always apart. We may not be together but love does not give in. To let something like this go would be such a sin. He is courageous and He is a man, Protecting his country as best as he can. The last time I saw him? Seven months past. But I feel his love for me and know it will last. Perhaps there will be peace; Perhaps there will not. I hold on to hope; It's all that I've got. My love for him grows. It gets stronger each day. The distance between us can't hold it at bay. He calls; I write. We both hold on with all of our might. I cry often, I will not lie. Sometimes smiling is hard, But I sure do try. I love. I hope. I dream. I cope. His heart is strong; His feelings are true. He loves me and I love him too. Yes, I love a soldier and though we are apart, We're always together-- Together at heart

DEPLOYMENT So many miles away he stands strong in my heart. Such an aching I've felt since he had to depart. They called giving him only a few days to get ready to leave. A trip that would take him far away from his family. The following days would move so fast, No matter how hard we tried to make them last. So on that day he walked on the bus and waved goodbye. As our children and I just stood there and cried. A father, a husband, much more than just a friend. Was this to be a beginning or simply an end? So much uncertainty, so much we did not know. Not wanting to, but having to let go. Now as the months seem to pass us by. It's not any easier, we still need to cry. Our love made even stronger by this war. I dream of him so often walking back through that door. I hear his voice, but only through a phone. My heart is aching, I feel so alone. Although I feel so much pain. I know this war was not fought in vain. I watch the people cheer as the ruler was taken down. As their smiles replace their once solemn frowns. Finally able to say how they feel. Smacking the dictators image with their shoe's heel. So yes I will ache til he comes back home to me. But knowing it is worth it if just one child can be free.

THE MODEL MILITARY SPOUSE – GOD CREATED The good Lord was creating a model for military spouses and was into his sixth day of over-time when an angel appeared. She said, Lord, you seem to be having a lot of trouble with this one. What’s wrong with the standard model? The Lord replied, Have you seen the specs on this order? They need to be completely independent, possess the qualities of both father and mother, be a perfect host/hostess to four or 40 with an hour’s notice, run on black coffee, handle every emergency imaginable without a manual, be able to carry on cheerfully, even if they are pregnant and have the flu; and they must be willing to move to a new location 10 times in 17 years. And, oh yes, they must have six pairs of hands. The angel shook her head. Six pairs of hands? No way. The Lord continued, Don’t worry, we will make other military spouses to help them. And we will give them an unusually strong heart so it can swell with pride in their spouse’s achievements, sustain the pain of separations, beat soundly when it is over-worked and tired, and be large enough to say, 'I don’t understand', when they don’t, and say, 'I love you' , regardless. Lord, said the angel, touching his arm gently, Go to bed and get some rest. You can finish this tomorrow. I can’t stop now, said the Lord. I am so close to creating something unique. Already this model heals themselves when they are sick, can put up six unexpected guests for the weekend, wave good-bye to their spouses from a pier, a runway or a depot, and understand why it’s important that they leave. The angel circled the model for military spouses, looked at it closely and sighed, It looks fine, but it’s too soft. they might look soft, replied the Lord, but they have the strength of a lion. You would not believe what they can endure. Finally, the angel bent over and ran a finger across the cheek of the Lord’s creation. There’s a leak, she announced. Something is wrong with the construction. I am not surprised that it has cracked. You are trying to put too much into this model. The Lord appeared offended at the angel’s lack of confidence. What you see is not a leak, he said. It’s a tear. “A tear? What is it there for? asked the angel. The Lord replied, It’s for joy, sadness, pain, disappointment, loneliness, pride, and a dedication to all the values that they and their spouses hold dear. You are a genius! exclaimed the angel. The Lord looked puzzled and replied, I didn’t put it there.

American Heroes In my life I’ve never seen the face of war or what it brings. For there are those whom gave their lives for my freedom for my rights. I don’t know their names and I could only imagine their faces as they head off to fight in far away places. American Heroes are they all. Protecting ‘Ol Glory as she stands proud and tall. And for those who didn’t return the eternal flame shall forever burn. American Heroes of the past memories of your actions shall forever last. They are Americas’ Sons and Americas’ Daughters. Proudly serving to protect our borders. American Heroes are they all defending freedom for one and all. May God Bless Our Troops!

ARMY PRAYER Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my sanity to keep. For if some peace I do not find, I'm pretty sure I'll lose my mind. I pray I find a little quiet Far from the daily family riot May I lie back--not have to think about what they're stuffing down the sink, or who they're with, or where they're at and what they're doing to the cat. I pray for time all to myself (did something just fall off a shelf?) To cuddle in my nice, soft bed (Oh no, another goldfish--dead!) Some silent moments for goodness sake (Did I just hear a window break?) And that I need not cook or clean-- (well heck, I've got the right to dream) Yes now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my wits about me keep, But as I look around I know-- I must have lost them long ago!

To The One I Love Every night before bed I say a prayer for the love of my life The one who I love with all my heart The one who fills my thoughts from day until night You share every bit of my world You are that missing puzzle piece You are the spark that started the fire That burns deep within me I can never inform you enough Of the love I have for you within Yes there was a beginning to this love But I promise you there will be no end Forever, endless, and true Are what describe my love for you You my dear are living proof That wishes really do come true I love you so much There's nothing left to say Except you are truly special and unique to me In every single way

My Baby, My Man My Baby is so Kind He makes my Heart Flutter. My Baby is Wonderful He is very Loving. My Baby is far away He is very close in my Heart. My Baby is Wonderful His Heart is why my Heart Flutters. My Baby is who I want to be with He is my Dream Come True. My Baby Is My Man He makes me Smile Inside and out. My Baby Is A Loving Man He shares his Loving Heart with Me. My Baby, My Man His Love Is Very True and Sincere. My Baby, My Man I LOVE YOU!!!

Love Like A Rose As I touch your soft face, It reminds me of a deep, Red Rose petal, Rich in colour and Beautiful in sight, Tender to touch and easy to break. Just like a heart filled with your sweet love, You touch my heart in special ways, In each and every loving day. If I could wish for one thing tonight, It would be for us never to fight! Coz' everyone knows- that a fight leads to tears, And out of all my worst fears, losing you... Would make the tears,never stop falling, Down my soft petal face. So look deep into your heart, And think of it like a rose, It can grow big a Beautiful, By being filled with love, Or it can die by sheding its petals, Like people shead their tears. That's how loves dies my sweet! So why do you think... I'm never going to say Goodbye?!?