There she sits
In the front of the jeep
With her long blonde hair
To the back of her knees
Oh with her looks
She could have any man alone
But all she thinks of
Is her babies back home
She's a single mom
With babies of two and three
And can't wait to get back home
To bounce them on her knee
For now she's making a living
Serving in the marines
Her heart's missing home
While she's running the machines
Her parents take care of her babies
Until she makes it back
And they all pray nothing happens
While she's stationed over in Iraq
She's just a single mom
Doing the best that she can
Hoping she makes it back
And finds her a good man
But for now she just stares
Out into the sandy night
Waiting for time to pass
So she can hold her babies tight
She writes them letters
Every chance she gets
And tries to send them everyday
Without having any regrets
She should have been a model
But instead became a marine
Funny how life does its twists and turns
On the most of our dreams
She breaks down and cries now and then
When she gets to missing home
Though she may be surrounded by friends
She still feels so all alone
Soon she'll be coming home
And holding her babies tight
And everything in the world
Will feel more like just right
All her puzzle will come together
All the pieces will fall in place
And when that all happens
This world will see a smile on her face
wrote 7/1/2008 by Norman Hale Jr.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem