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Month of The Military Child Poem

By: Anna Crofton

Being a military child is like honey-sweet to the soul.

To a home I don’t remember from a time I didn’t yet live.

Going to church and praising the one and only God.

Moving so much confused about where my home is.

The memories of visiting my great-grandmother when healthier.

Flying unaccompanied alone with my brother to the place where juicy, fresh peaches are best.

To my mother giving me the stuffed bear that she had when she was younger.

To my dad when he leaves for a TDY trip and feels like he’s never coming home again.

The day he comes home illuminates my heart like nothing else.

Being a military child is like honey-sweet to the soul.