I recently wrote this for a marine about to ship off to boot camp. He wanted a poem that fit him and he could carry with him.

Deployment poem.

A random story that I started to write
hope you enjoy it =]

Thanksgiving through my eyes.

You hear this when someone offers you a gift. You have to remember to return the gift when you have an occasion too. Often people insist you have the gift because you are worth it, because you have the merit and the talent.

There is the air, land and water army. It is up to you to select which one you prefer. They have dressing codes which are different. The US marines travel all around the world and their availability in the field makes you feel secure.

This tale picks up where the last story left off. The destruction of the virus ridden earth, a preventative attempt at keeping the rest of the galaxy safe from this deadly virus, and our old crew, drifting in space.

This Friday, May 7th, 2010 (the Friday before Mother’s day each year) is Military Spouse Appreciation Day. I decided to write something for all my military wives and spouses who show unrelenting support and encouragement year after year, deployment after deployment. There is no other bond quite like the one that military spouses share with each other. I wrote this to remind myself, and my military spouse sisterhood, that we are among the strong, the brave, and the compassionate. Our job isn’t easy, and we are thought of more often than we think. Especially those times, when out of the blue, someone takes the time to find a stamp to mail you a card just to say "Thank you" and to also "Thank your husband for all he does for our country." Being a Military Spouse, and what we do for our soldiers and our family, is so worth it – just to be able to hear those words of appreciation.

The poem itself is meant to be representation of life in it’s presentation. With structure within each pair and yet different from the next, like the days of our lives.Unrelenting, continuing on with no breaks or rest, sometimes no time to think. Yet amid all this the reader is to discern the meaning of the poem, much the same as we search for the meaning of life.

Looking into The Black Waters Below.