![]() Our SecretsA Poem by KellyOur Secrets I will never tell you how many nights I cried myself to sleep, so I don’t have to see the satisfaction of craving you glistening on your face. I didn’t sign up to be a single mother, whose husband married his country and divorced his family. I will not begrudgingly cook family meals and leave plastic wrapped plates in the fridge for fast re-heat. Your uniform will not be loving folded, jacket starched and pants ironed and hung. I will never get up before the sun and dog to prepare your coffee and eggs, scrambled with cheese and garlic. Luckily I didn’t marry an average man with an ordinary job. I will never tell you how many nights I cried myself to sleep. I know you will never share your tally. I never thought I would be a single mother, contentedly I slide into your place when you are gone. I will always cook enough cookies, which will feed you and your unit. And I will always cook enough food on holidays to share with those who couldn’t go home. Your boots will always be cleaned of the past weeks field class with laces ready to go. I will cherish each morning I get to wake up to you. A normal house wife could never do my job and the tasks I do. Good thing I am not an ordinary wife I am from the silent ranks.
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Added on June 24, 2008Author![]() KellyUCLA (unknown corner of lower Alabama), ALAboutBA in Communications and writing certificate from UMSL. Likes to volunteer and do work for non-for profit and military based businesses and groups. Mother of one son, Cade. Wife to John, and member of.. more..Writing
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