A poem for my husband on Veteran's Day 2015
My Man In Uniform
I fell in love with him long before
He felt the call to serve.
His love for God and Country
And the freedom we deserve,
Has motivated him to seek
The wounded and the lost,
That’s why his uniform bears the symbol
Of the Chaplain’s cross.
He may not “fight” for freedom,
Like other soldiers do,
His weapon is his faith in God,
And love for me and you.
He knows the heavy price they pay,
To keep our nation free.
And so he tends to broken hearts,
And wounds we cannot see.
He says he couldn’t do it all,
Without me by his side.
But when I wash his uniform,
My heart still bursts with pride.
For I am just a soldier’s wife,
With battles of my own,
But I gladly share his burden,
To protect our family’s home.
Our freedom is a precious thing,
Without it, we’d be lost.
Yet sometimes we forget the ones,
Who pay the highest cost.
So when you stop to thank him,
For keeping our land free,
That man who stands in uniform,
Yes, he belongs to me.
