my poem the army wife

[Daphnie]

The army wife
Who is loyal to her soldier
Who await his return
She is neither pretty nor ugly
She is average but not the typical plain Jane

She waits for her husband’s return
For months she waits
Staying up at night wishing he were here
Then one night
Her lover appears

He embraces her and kisses her
His kisses and touches spread like wild fire on her body
Her love has returned
Or so she had thought
Within a week later

He had changed
He no longer says “I love you”
He no longer gives her the security she needs
She feels doubt
It kills her heart each minute

“I’m going out,” he says one morning
She nods and puts on her happy smile, hiding her pain within her heart
She cooks and cleans and maintains her house waiting for her husband to come home
It is 4am; she waits and hears no calls or any messages on her phone
She shrugs it off knowing that he loves her

Two days pass
And not a word
Every night the army wife is up
Cleaning the house for his return
Her resolve and her heart slowly crumbling

The doubts cloud her mind
The good little army wife she is
She says no word to him when he returns a week later
As if nothing had happened she smiles and cooks him dinner
He says I love you

For the moment, she is satisfied
The next morning he leaves for work
Tells her he would call
And like the good army wife she is
She waited by the phone


She never heard the phone ring
Not once did she receive a message
Her resolve and her spirit has taken a hit
But like a good little army wife
She stays by the phone

He doesn’t come home
The smile she carried falls
Her unbreakable spirit finally shatters
Like the good little army wife she is
She no longer wants to live….

He comes home two days later
A smile on his face as he kisses his sleeping wife
But he feels strange
She does not stir or say a world
Come to think of it, she feels quite cold

He looks for a pulse and there isn’t one
He denies what he sees
Then on the table he notices the bottles of poison
He gets on his knees and cries
He sees in her hand a letter addressed to him


He wipes his tears and reads it
“I love you like no other”
“I have waited for the you I loved, to come back”
“The gentle warmth that I received before”
“It’s no longer there, so I have decided that maybe in hell, I will see the man I once loved.”

He kisses her cold lips and pulls out the ring from his pocket
The ring he worked day in and day out for
He places it on her finger and cries
Then a gunshot is heard through the night
The good little army wife isn’t the only one that died