Monday, March 29, 2010

"His Military Wife"

I wanted to post something but just can't get my head into drummin up some new words for you.

My mind is mainly focused today on editing my manuscript, which will hopefully be completely complete by the first of June.

But I found this amazing poem that I just had to share.

I don't know who wrote it, but its pretty brilliant if you ask me.
(Maybe I'm just sentimental...but this choked me up a bit)

"His Military Wife"

A military wife is mostly girl. But there are times, such as when her
husband is away and she is mowing the lawn or fixing a youngster's
bike, that she begins to suspect she is also boy.

She usually comes
in three sizes: petite, plump and pregnant. During the early years of
her marriage it is often hard to determine which size is her normal

She has babies all over the world and measures time in terms of
places as other women do in years. "It was in England that the
children had the chicken pox...In was in Texas, Paul was promoted..."
At least one of her babies was born or a transfer was accomplished
while she was alone. This causes her to suspect a secret pact between
her husband and the military providing for a man to be overseas or on
temporary duty at times such as these.

A military wife is international.
She may be a Kansas farm girl, a French mademoiselle,
a Japanese doll, or a German fraulein. When discussing service
problems, they all speak the same language.

She can be a great actress.
To heartbroken children at transfer time, she gives an
Academy Award performance: "New Mexico is going to be such fun! I
hear they have Indian reservations...and tarantulas...and
rattlesnakes." But her heart is breaking with theirs. She wonders if
this is worth the sacrifice.

An ideal military wife has the patience
of an angel, the flexibility of putty, the wisdom of a scholar and
the stamina of a horse. If she dislikes money, it helps. She is
sentimental, carrying her memories with her in an old footlocker.

One might say she is a bigamist,
sharing her husband with a demanding
entity called "duty." When duty calls, she becomes No. 2 wife. Until
she accepts this fact, her life can be miserable.

She is above all a woman who married a man
who offered her the permanency of a gypsy,
the miseries of loneliness, the frustration of conformity and the
security of love.

Sitting among her packing boxes with squabbling
children nearby, she is sometimes willing to chuck it all in until
she hears the firm step and cheerful voice of the lug who gave her
all this.

Then she is happy to be...his military wife


Stephanie Hartman said...

WOW this is BEAUTIFUL....Love it..

Geezees Custom Canvas Art said...

Love the got me all choked up, i am gonna print it out and send it to my grandmother, she would like it too.
Thanks for sharing this.

Sarah said...

Oh, I like that! =) Thanks for sharing!

What manuscript are you working on? (Did I miss that somewhere??)

Riding the Roller Coaster said...

What a fantastic and utterly appropriate poem!

And I don't know if I missed something along the way, but what manuscript are you working on? Good luck with it!

Mary Teresa said...

That's where I got by blog title from! "Petite, plump, or pregnant?" One of my faves. =)

Anonymous said...

Pretty much sums up my recent feelings...

Kerry said...

Love, love, love this poem. And each and every word is 100% true. :)

Birdie said...

So true! I lose track of years and months, but I count by duty stations anyway!

Jeannette said...

Yeppers... water works! Glad I read it now and not when DH was home. I hate letting him see how upset it makes me sometimes. Don't want him worried over my 2 minutes of "poor me".

Katie F said...

I left you a little something over at my blog!

Anonymous said...

You know, this is so true! Having being a commander, I didn't get to see this first hand, but teh few times I saw, it always marveled me the strength and resilience military wives have. This was right on!

Lisa said...

Since I'm just getting started and not a wife yet, I can't say "how true," but I can see it becoming the truth in the next few years.

Ashleigh said...

I love this. I am in the pregnant stage of "petite, plump or pregnant" and so, of course it made me teary! I miss my soldier! Lol.

Amber said...

I love this!!!! It's all so true!!!!

Anonymous said...

This is a great poem! Thank you for sharing it, and thanks for reading my blog. =)

trooppetrie said...

can i please copy this and put it on my blog