I was thinking about the periods of separation faced by military families and in particular how the minutia of routines might mirror each other despite living in different environments.
These thoughts sparked the following poem, I hope you like it.
Just Another Morning
She ties laces on scuffed school shoes,
he shakes bugs from his boots.
She packs a lunch into a pink rucksack
he stuffs batteries and ammo.
She climbs into a family run-around,
whilst he climbs into a Mastiff.
Dodge traffic on a school run
dodge pot-holes, donkeys and IEDs.
Their radios play the latest hits
but in his world; the hits, hurt.
Kids dropped, weekly shop,
patrol through a crowded market.
walk the dog, back home for coffee,
canine sits to indicate,
and thoughts turn to each other.
John Carré Buchanan
29 June 2014