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A Boy, A Girl, and The Marine Corps: A Love Triangle: Military Wife

A Boy, A Girl, and The Marine Corps: A Love Triangle

"I cast my lot with a Marine and where he was, was home to me." ~ Anonymous.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Military Wife

This was posted on my husbands company family website. It was started as a way for families to meet and support each other during the deployment. A fellow wife found it and posted it. She doesn't know who wrote it.

I say, Hoorah to this.

You don't know.
But I'm the girl who cries every morning.
And hopes every night for his safe return home.
I'm the girl who drags herself out of bed every morning so that he will be proud of her when he comes home.
I'm the girl who lies in bed longing for him to be next to me.
I'mthe girl who sits quietly during class because all i can think about isthe next moment when he will safely be in my arms again.
You don't know.
But I'm the girl with a million things to say, but none will come out without the thought of him.
I'm the girl who checks my cell phone every 5 seconds
Just to make sure i haven't missed his call.
I'm the girl who stops and stares and wishes for him to return soon each and every time another man in uniform walks by.

What you don't know
Is that i know love on an entirely different level from most.
I know the love that spans time and space; the love that most people are constantly searching for.
I'm one of the girls who waits months for a single kiss;
A kiss that will make the months apart worth every second.
A kiss where everything in the world stops for what seems like an eternity.
You can see it in that person's soul and know that without them life could never be the same.

You tell me I'm too young to be so in love;
I know that love has no age limit.
You tell me i don't even understand what love is.
I tell you I know more love in homecoming than most know in a life time.
You don't know that every time he leaves a part of me goes with him and a part of him stays with me.
You tell me that people change but i tell you,
True love will always remain constant and steady.
You tell me you know how i feel and understand what I'm going through
you have no idea.
What you don't realize is that I understand the true meaning of not only love but of longing and anticipation.

You don't see
But I'm one of the few who gets goose bumps as my heart fills with pride every time the national anthem is played.
I'm one of the girls who will stand tall and stay strong on the outside
but I'm dying in the inside.
I'mone of the girls who will make friends with complete strangers for onlythey can begin to understand what I'm going through.
You don't understand
That i picture his face everywhere I go and that he is with me in everything I do.
You think I don't cry anymore, that i have gotten over it,
What you don't know is that i just hide it better.

You don't know
Thefeeling the first time you hear the word deployment or the feeling ofhis hand as it slides out of yours for what could be the last time.
You don't know
What that last hugs or kiss means and how important that goodbye truly is.
I'm the girl you see standing alone in the corner of the airport
Watching quietly out the window with tears rolling down my cheeks.
I'm the girl you see with a disheartened face
Staring silently at the ground.

What you don't know,
Is that I know true love
That no matter what obstacle we have to face,
Our love will live forever (that only we know)

You tell me that you support the troops;
I tell you, I'm in love with one.
I'm one of the silent, but outgoing;
Weak, but strong;
Scared, but grateful.

What you don't see is that he needs me and I need him.

I'm one of those girls: the girls who stand tall behind her Marine.
Stand proud behind her Hero.
Stands strong behind her man.
Watching silently and patiently as he serves and defends our country...

1 Comments:

Blogger the girl with the pink teacup said...

That poem was beautiful. It made me cry. Thanks so much for sharing, Erin - I feel like I understand your experience so much better now.

Sending you lots of love.

July 9, 2009 at 10:53 PM  

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