Post by Administrator on Dec 13, 2015 13:24:10 GMT
APART
Do you ever think of girlfriends, mothers and the wives?
That remain at home and worry, while men are risking lives,
It is an added burden to other tasks at home,
A kind of grief I’d call it, struggling there alone.
Holding hard the tears as they step out the door,
Perhaps to sail the seas or fight a crazy war,
They tell you that it won’t be long - will seem like very soon,
And anyway, while looking up you’ll see the same old moon.
They don’t get the medals - those that stay and wait,
They receive a sentence until a far off date,
I salute the women who brave their lives apart,
With the ache of separation and nearly broken heart.