Tissues For a Soldier's Wife

Waiting is awful

I'm searching for the tissue box
It was over there a minute ago
My emotions are on the rocks
Bad news I don't want to know

Just holding the tissues as a crutch
Enables me to stand some pain
I just want you home safe so much
Can't go through any torment again

Last year, after the second tour
I had a deep gnawing dread for sure
But you came home and ate my stew
God, I enjoy the simple things we do

So if my eyes well up with tears
Or even if it's just a lipstick smudge
The tissues help me stay my fears
They are mute and they don't judge

Please, as I hold this box of tissues
I'm praying again that you are safe
There are no more important issues
And we'll be here to ease your chafe

Copyright 2009 - Mindy Makuta (aka MyFairLadyah)
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