THE ARMY WIFE

I feel his scars as I rub his back

Two marks from bullet wounds

Sustained in a peace-keeping mission 

He was scarcely around

But whenever he was in

The children played 'Soldier' with his boots

While I held him in my arms

Behind every strong solider

Stands a stronger woman

I wear no uniforms

But my job is as tough as it gets

I am the one always left behind

All alone during redeployments

My heart torn into twelve pieces

As I watch him march away

Loving a military man is tasking

Alone in the labour room

Consoled only by a phone call

I welcome and suckle the newborn 

While taking care of the other children 

I carry the family burden

On my fragile shoulders

Everyday as I watch the news

And read of bombs and deaths in papers

I hope and pray that he is alive

I try to stay positive 

Believing that he will be home safely

I have accepted my fate

Of perpetual uncertainty

I cherish every moment we share

I hold on to every touch

Savour every kiss 

I have memorized the feel of his skin

And the countless 'sweet nothings'

He whispers in my ears

I play it over and over in my mind

It makes my love evergreen

But here I am again

Hugging him and saying 'See you soon'

Committing him into God's hands

I cannot help but wonder

Will he come home to me?

Or...I cannot bear to contemplate

The unspeakable alternative 

So I try to stay strong

And clothe my breaking heart

With the courage of an army wife

©Frankie Agba, 2014.

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