A Military Wive's Uniform
by Sharrie
Every morning,
we get up and have to put on a uniform,
just like you do.
First,
we wipe the tears off of our face,
we can't let the children see them,
because we are suppose to be strong
and fearless.
Then,
we put our hair in a pony tail.
Who has the time to spend an hour on our hair,
when we have to be the mother and father?
Next,
comes the shirt,
with yesterday's baby food,
between Girl Scouts, football practice, and PTA,
no time for laundry till thursday.
Well,
its time to sqeeze into the pants,
that are two sizes too small,
After all school is coming,
and the kids clothes come first.
Then,
we ship off the package to you,
with the comfort food that you,
and all your friends wait for every month,
chips, snack cakes, and cookies,
we have to send enough for everyone.
As we rush out the door to another full day,
we wish we could keep you off our minds,
for even an hour.
We slip on those sandles,
knowing that they are the only ones
that sit by the door,
anymore.
Who has the time to tie their shoes?
We run to our friend's side,
when she finds out it will be
another two months before her husband,
finally gets to see
the new little addition
to the family.
As we walk back in the door,
at the end of the day,
when the clothes come off,
and before the pajamas go on,
all we see is a real woman,
a scared woman.
We know that when we go to lie in bed,
no matter how exhusted we are,
there will be at least a couple of minutes
that we notice,
there is no one beside us.
No one to turn to.
We know that, tomorrow,
when we wake up,
we will have to put on our uniform,
because we know that that uniform,
is the only thing,
that keeps us from falling apart.
It is the only thing
that keeps us together,
for our kids,
and for you.
