Another poem...

Yet another poam I have come across...

I am a Proud Army Wife
For all of you who wake up in the morning,
lay there for a few moments,
trying to swallow the sick feeling
in the pit of your stomach
as you wonder where your Soldier is,
or how he's doing...this is for you.
For all of you who start a countdown
the minute he leaves,
and continue to until he is back
in your arms again...this is for you.
For all of you who tear up every time
"Far Away" comes on the radio,
or who press repeat when
"Come Home Soon" plays in their car...
this one's for you.
For all of you who see Army billboards,
ads in the paper, or commercials on TV
and next notice the tears rolling down your cheeks,
this is for you.
This is for you.
I am one of you too.
This is for us.
For all the times we sleep
with our phones on the
loudest possible volume,
just as to not miss the
call that just MIGHT come...
For all the times we
roll our eyes when another
girl is depressed because
she hasn't seen her guy in a week...
For all the times we hear our
Soldier's name mentioned out loud,
and are momentarily frozen...
in a trance...in love.
For all the late nights that we spend alone,
cuddling with our stuffed animals,
wearing our Army
sweatshirts and sweatpants,
and clutching the precious dog tags
around our necks...
This one's for us.
We may feel weak on the inside,
but on the outside we're strong.
We may be drowning in tears on the inside,
but on the outside, we are a rock.
We may want to crawl in bed and sleep
until our man comes home, but instead,
we get up and go on with our daily lives
with our men in our hearts.
We may feel like we're slowly
dying with each day we spend
apart from our men, but instead,
we put one foot infront of the other,
and take each day as it comes.
We are strong, and we are proud.
We have more love in our hearts
than we ever thought possible,
and for this, we are thankful.
We are thankful for our men
and also for each other.
We are Army gals, and we
lean on each other.
Alone we are weak, but together,
we are strong.
We help each other, and we survive. . .


I like this one...