Poem About Military Wives
L ord was creating a model for military wives and was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared. She said, "Lord, you seem to be having alot of trouble with this one. What's the matter with the standard model?" The Lord replied, "Have you seen the specs on this order? She has to be completely independent, possess the qualities of both father and mother, be a perfect hostess to four or forty with an hour's notice, run on black coffee, handle every emergency imaginable without a manual, be able to carry on cheerfully, even if she's pregnant and has the flu, and she must be willing to move ten times in 17 years. And, oh yes, shes must have six pairs of hands." The angel shook her head. "Six pairs of hands? No way!" The Lord continued, "Don't worry, we shall make other marine wives to help her. And we will give her an unusually strong heart so it can swell with pride in her husband's achievements, sustain the pain of separations, beat soundly when it's over-worked and tired, and be large enough to say 'I understand,' when she does not, and say ' I love you,' regardless." The angel circled the model of the marine wife, looked at it closely and sighed, "It looks fine, but it's too soft." "She might look soft," replied the Lord, "but she has the strength of a lion. You would not believe what she can endure." Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Lord's creation. "There's a leak," she announced. "Something is wrong with the construction. I am not surprised it cracked. You are trying to put too much into this model." The Lord appeared offended at the angel's lack of confidence. "What you see is not a leak," He said. "It's a tear." "A tear? What is it there for?" asked the angel. The Lord replied, "It's for the joy, sadness, pain, disappointment, loneliness, pride, and dedication to all the values she and her husband hold dear." "You're a genius!" exclaimed the angel. The Lord looked puzzled and replied, "I didn't put it there."