My Wife--An Angel In Disguise

It’s said she’s an angel in disguise. She grew up in a small French town, Playing on her Re’ island’s shores. She’s a mother now, and all that implies, Routinely going about her nightly chores, After working in the neighboring town. Like many other soldiers’ wives, Moving yet to another Army town, She got used to packing and unpacking drawers She followed me across the skies, Without complaining or keeping scores. Without ever seeming to get rundown; Now that I’m retired, there’s no more goodbyes. She doesn’t have to run the house alone. Painting the bedrooms, fixing faucets and doors, And finding other problems—SURPRISE! Tearing carpeting off a real wood floor. We now have a real house of our own.