My Basic Training Poem to My Son

A poem I wrote for my son when he left for basic training:

Eight weeks doesn’t seem that long, till that final day comes and I say “goodbye and be strong”.

Lackland is happening, you’ll soon pay your dues. I attend “the parent talk” before facing my empty nest blues.

I know the great things this new journey will bring. I’m obsessing and waiting for my iPhone to ring.

Finally the call came to say you’d arrived. You spoke fast and furious with no time to talk, all I could muster was “I love you, don’t forget to call.”

Week one has gone by, the days are moving slow. I keep my phone attached to me, as you know!

It’s now been two weeks and I’m still awaiting your address. But the phone never rings and I still cannot rest.

Finally one day, from your dad I got a text. It finally contained that all important address.

I fired off a letter that very same day. And I’m fearful of the wrong things I might say.

Do I talk about the weather or the news? Do I be serious or sentimental? I simply haven’t a clue.

I run to the mailbox, each day I anticipate. I can’t wait for that first letter that says “mom, I’m doing great”!

The first letter arrived, you said “it’s been tough”. As I read those words, it made the distance more rough.

The days drag on and with my phone I’m obsessed. Three weeks gone by, I still feel distressed.

Life as an airman’s mom is a daily worry in my gut. Sometimes my emotions make me feel like a nut.

I hope you know you have all my support. My love and my pride will never fall short.

You come home in five weeks. A gift that’ll be. This time at basic training will only be a memory.