It's being alone with nothing to hold; loving a sailor is a high price to pay,loving him truly is hard when he's away. it's being young, but feeling so old; it's having him whisper his love for you; it's whispering back that you love him too. There comes a kiss and a promise for more, As his ship slowly glides away from the shore; reluctantly, painfully, letting him go, while your insides are dying from wanting him so, watching him leave with eyes full of tears, standing alone with your hopes, dreams and fears. It's sending a letter with the stamp upside down, to a far away love in a far away town. It's going to church to kneel and pray, and really meaning the things you say. Being in love will foster your dreams, of that far away sailor your mind fairly beams. Days go by, no mail for a spell, you wait for some word to hear that he's well. Then a letter arrives, and you've given in, to open his letter and read it with a grin, yes, he is well and misses you so, and filled with the love you wanted to know. Weeks are like months and months are like years, you wait for the day when you'll have no more fears. Days go by slowly, how many have passed. Yes, loving a sailor brings bitterness and fears,loneliness, sadness and despondent years. Loving a sailor isn't much fun, but it's worth the price when the battle is won; and remember he is thinking of you everyday, he's sad and he's lonely while so far away; so love him and miss him and hold your head high, be strong and have faith, wipe that tear from your eye. Your man's a seafarer, like that old ancient trader, It's a high price you pay for Loving A Sailor.
Submitted by Wendy
The Military Wife
The good Lord was creating a model for military wives and was into His sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared. She said, "Lord, you seem to be having a lot of trouble with this one. What's wrong with the standard model?"
The Lord replied, "Have you seen the specs on this order. She has to be completely independent, possess the qualities of both father and mother, be a perfect hostess to four or forty with an hour's notice, run on black coffee, handle every emergency imaginable without a manual, be able to carry on cheerfully, even if she is pregnant and has the flu, and she must be willing to move to a new location ten times in seventeen years. And, oh yes, she must have six pairs of hands!"
The angel shook her head, "Six pairs of hands? No way."
The Lord continued, "Don't worry, I will make other military wives to help her. And I will give her an unusually strong heart so it can swell with pride in her husband's achievements, sustain the pain of separations, beat soundly when it is overworked and tired, and be large enough to say, 'I understand' when she doesn't and say 'I love you', regardless."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his arm gently. "Go to bed and get some rest. You can finish this tomorrow."
"I can't stop now," said the Lord. "I am so close to creating something unique. Already this model heals herself when she is sick, can put up six unexpected guests for the weekend, wave goodbye to her husband from a pier, a runway or a depot, and understand why it's important that he leave."
The angel circled the model of the military wife, looked at it closely and sighed, "It looks fine, but it's too soft."
"She might look soft," replied the Lord. "But she has the strength of a lion. You would not believe what she can endure."
Finally the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Lord's creation. "There's a leak," she announced. "Something is wrong with the construction. I am not surprised that it has cracked. You are trying to put too much into this model."
The Lord appeared offended at the angel's lack of confidence. "What you see is not a leak," He said. "It's a tear."
"A tear?" What is it there for?" asked the angel.
The Lord replied, "It's for joy, sadness, pain, disappointment, loneliness, pride, and a dedication to all the values that she and her husband hold dear."
"You are a genius!" exclaimed the angel.
The Lord looked puzzled and replied, "I didn't put it there."
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