The Military Child
Author Unkown
I am a child of the United States military.
My hometown is nowhere, my friends are everywhere.
I grew up with the knowledge that home is where the heart and family are,
with no dependence on the dwelling.
Mobility is my way of life.
Some would wonder about my roots,
Yet they are deep and strong as the mighty oak.
I sink them in quickly, absorbing all an area has to offer
And hopefully giving enrichment in return.
Travel has taught me to be open,
Shaking hands with the universe.
I find brotherhood in all people.
Farewells are never easy.
Yet even in sorrow comes the strength and ability to face tomorrow with anticipation.
If when I leave one place, I feel that half of my world has left,
I also know that the other half is still waiting to be met.
Friendships are formed in hours and kept for decades.
I will never grow up with someone, but will mature with many.
Be it inevitable that paths part,
There is constant hope that we will meet again.
