The Soldiers Wife.

We ride on camouflage coat tails
White knuckled and air-born
We attach our children
To our wrists
Linking them together
Like one of those Christmas chains
Made of construction paper
Reassuring them that
The glue will hold
And they will not be lost
In the rush
We cling to phones and keyboards
Like crash carts
We fill out customs forms
For flat rate boxes
Full of dollar store candy
And hand drawn pictures
Of stick figures holding hands
Under rainbows

But mostly we adjust
To never being adjusted
We resign
To wait
To move through motions
To raise children
Cook dinners
Watch movies
And fall asleep
Alone

Because love-
Even when it is halfway around the globe
Functioning in an environment
We will never fully understand
-Is worth waiting for