Photo credit: Nanny Snowflake on FlickrToday’s photo (is not mine, but it perfectly expresses the heart of this post) is a little late for Memorial Day, but I wanted to show tribute to those who fight for us daily and to honor the sacrifice that they make at the expense of loved ones. I wrote a poem from the standpoint of a wife seeing her husband off as he leaves to report for duty.
A psalm for my soldier
My smile flew away the moment you kissed me goodbye and walked through the gate.
It waited patiently for you to come sit beside and hold it within the warmth of the hollow of your hands and safeguard it ’til you reached your destination.
I remembered that you had the good sense not to look back because you knew that you would see the jumbled, emotional mess you’d be leaving behind.
We didn’t talk about the almost month of Sundays when we would be separated by an ocean or two, instead, we talked about what we’d do the moment our eyes caressed one another again.
We marveled about how we’d sit down and discuss the ‘must-haves’ for the new house that would accommodate the things a sentimental fool like me couldn’t bear to part with.
You never complained because you knew how difficult it was for me to let go of things near and dear to my heart.
We spoke of wishes and hopes and dreams and gave no power to the underlying fear that went unspoken, but certainly felt.
Be safe, my love. I pray that you will come back to me, if not whole in body, then in mind and spirit.
But should God decide that He needs you more, know that my heart will be forever waiting for you on the other side.
© 2008 Renee King