3d
The nights belonged to me alone,
the lullabies, the worries, the dreams.
I learned to hold the weight of two,
a love fierce enough to carry us.
the lullabies, the worries, the dreams.
I learned to hold the weight of two,
a love fierce enough to carry us.
A glimpse into the solitude of the military lifestyle and motherhood, shaped by distance from family and the absence of a partner. This poem captures quiet nights filled with love, worry, and dreams, as the mother carries the weight of raising a child alone, her strength powered by fierce love in an unfamiliar place.
