Poetry

The Field



The Field 

  IM SITTING HERE ALONE
WONDERING WHAT MY HUSBAND IS DOING
IF HIS THINKING OF ME
OR IS HE JUST TO BUSY
YOU SEE MY HUSBAND IS TRAINING
TO GO TO IRAQ
EIGHT WEEKS IN THE FEILD THIS TIME
NEXT WHO KNOWS
WE HAVE A LITTLE BOY 
WHO NEEDS HIM
BUT I COUNTRY WHO NEED HIM TOO
AND EVEN THOUGH MY BED IS EMPTY AT NIGHT
I KNOW HE IS DOING RIGHT
WE HAVNT BEEN SEPERATED SINCE BOOT CAMP
SO THE DAYS ARE LONG 
THE NIGHTS ARE LONGER
I DONT HAVE A JOB
MY SON NEEDS TO ME TOO MUCH
I SIT AND WAIT
PRAYING HE WILL CALL
TO HEAR HIS VOICE IS HEAVEN
SO HERE I WILL SIT AND PRAY
UNTILL MY HUSBAND COMES BACK HOME

By supermanswife
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