So I was reading through this poem that I read through often, and thought that I would share. It had been a while since I read it last, and it sticks close to me. This is my favorite poem, and has helped to inspire me at moments that I needed it most. The Soldiers Wife When she was a girl, her dreams were bold, as bold as her fine, free gaze; And every gift of grace and mind was hers in her younger days. When she was a girl, a golden girl, with a soul as fine as fire. She could outshine the brightest jewel that a rich mans love might buy her. Yes hers could have been the glittering path through a careless, carefree life, But she fell in love with a soldier, so she became a soldiers wife. Away from the home of her childhood she marched at her husbands side, For she chose a wide and winding road when she became a bride. And sometimes the road was a hard one, so different from what she had planned; And sometimes she wept for the home she had left as she lay in a foreign land; And sometimes her steps would grow weary as she followed the drum and the fife; But she set about making the world her home because she was a soldiers wife. She learned to build a heart for them wherever her man was sent; And she knelt to plant a garden every time he pitched their tent. Yes, she always planted a garden though she never saw it grow, For she knew before the flowers came that she would have to go. But she left each garden gladly though it cut her like a knife, For she hoped it might bring some comfort to another soldiers wife. To the hardships in her married life she brought one simple truth, A promise that once was spoken in the ancient words of Ruth: Wherever you go, I will go. Wherever you lodge, I will lodge; Thy people shall be my people and thy God shall be my God. She shared his joys and sorrows as they made their way through life, For she was proud to love a soldier and to be a soldiers wife. She bore the weight of worrying what fate might have in store; And the wordless fear of waiting when her soldier went to war; And the nights she spent fearing that her waiting was in vain; And the pain of wanting someone she might never hold again. But she bore his children gladly though uncertainity and strife, And they never heard her crying for she was a soldiers wife. She raised a soldiers family with the faith her love had taught her; And she gave the pride she had inside to her son and to her daughter; And she taught them to love freedom and to know what it was worth, As they helped her plant her gardens in the corners of the Earth. And she never wished for better that the road they marched through life. Because she was as much a soldier as she was a soldiers wife. ~By Caroline Franklin Berry~ -------------- So go ahead and post some of your favorites, anything that may inspire you, or anything that you want to share.