A poem from a wife and mother to her husband. |
“Farewell, to my Army Soldier, I love you dearly, but I must ask.... Do you see me? As I put in work, in this relationship? Brick by Brick? I presented my body like a punching bag. Hit by hit? The Army? You’re gonna go to blows with their enemies......Fist by Fist? But do you see me? Do you see the thanks I get?” “You shouldn’t think that way baby, am I that invisible? I thought our minds were one, I thought we were indivisible. I thought we were better together than individual. I thought we can sow together, so the blessings we reap can be residual. You're leaving me? Huh? I guess that means you didn’t see me.... am I really that minuscule? The Army needs me…. So Yes, I have to go. Why must you ridicule? I have to walk, I have to run, I have to climb, crawl, and brawl, just to make sure where’re on that pedestal!” “BUT WHAT ABOUT ME?, WHAT ABOUT HER? I guess we don’t matter??? I guess not. But no matter…. how I use this shatter…. to elevate my brain matter, I am going to continue to ask these questions, from the beginning to the latter.... Do you see me, Soldier?" |