The Officer's WifeA Poem by jenbem
My love is not extraordinary.
It won’t move mountains,
span the lonely depths of oceans,
or endure lifetimes in the barren arctic tundra.
I cannot give you the colorful baubles of kingdoms past
or valleys of riches to lay at your feet, and,
though I love you,
it won’t allow my simple body to take flight
and fly over countries and wars
to where ever you are in the world.
My love for you is great, but it is not enough
to fetch the golden harvest moon, or catch you a bushel of glittering stars.
It is not enough to ward off the burden of old age and
I cannot protect you from the frigid whisper of
Death beckoning you into oblivion.
My love is simple.
It will give you soft kisses each night before bed
and wake up early to make you coffee before work.
My love will read bedtime stories to your children,
it will raise them to be just and silly and loving—
like tiny images of us when we were young.
My love is hard.
It will wait for you when you leave
to take part in your duty and honor.
My love will worry and sob on lonely nights without you,
but it will bravely wake each morning continue loving.
My love is slow moving and gentle,
Like the softly sloping humps of our backs when we age,
shuffling along, hand in hand, watching the sunset be taken
over by cloaking purple of night,
or the creaking of two wicker rocking chairs moving
in tandem on the porch.
My love is not extraordinary, nor great,
But it is real.
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Added on April 28, 2009AuthorjenbemBaltimore, MDAboutI'm a senior English major at Towson University. I am also the managing editor of Towson's Columbia Scholatic Press silver circle winning literary magazine, Grub Street. I am the captain of the colorg.. more..Writing
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