Christmas Overseas
Sand-covered, dusty boots
Iraq, Kuwait, and more
it is this time of year
that makes the heart feel sore.
Distant dreams in your head
Wishing for a quiet night
Getting letters from home
to make it seem all right.
Decorating a small space,
trying to make it feel like home
Pictures around a makeshift tree
to never feel all alone.
Meals on a paper plate,
It just does not feel the same
but I am still here holding on
I choose not to complain.
One brief call or Skype,
to see and hear the ones I love
and wish them a Merry Christmas
since you are too far for me to hug.
I pray for others' safety,
more than I pray for my own
because just like me
They are also missing home.
But I am here for my Country,
something I am proud to do
This time of year
always makes me blue.
So, I do what I can,
to make the time pass by
I have a lot to protect
and I have no time to cry.
I love my Country very much,
and I love my family too
I would give up my heart and life
to them, I will be true.
Though I am here far from home,
Just know that I am okay
and I am protecting you and more
on this winter holiday.
Copyright © Jessica Thompson | Year Posted 2014
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