When they learn that my husband is in the military (he's a Navy engineer), people frequently ask how I can stand deployments. This poem, for the Monday Poetry Stretch, is my reply. It is a series of Hay(na)ku, a three line poem with one word in the first line, two in the second, and three in the third.
Married to the Military
When
You leave
A hole remains.
“When
Will daddy
Be back home?”
The
Children ask.
We count down
Months
And days
On calendar squares.
Our
Family is
Like the moon
Waxing
And waning
Through your seasons
It
Has its
Own special rhythm
Daddy
Here, daddy
There, daddy home.
When
You leave
A hole remains
But
Our love
Fills it up.
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