I married a trucker man

It is a cool crisp night in a small town just north of Cincinnati,where farming and trucking is the way of life;
Through this poem you'll get the feeling of what it's like to be a truckers wife.
We take him to work then follow him to the end of the lane;
The kids and I silently feel each others pain.
We turn left and he goes right;
He flashes his trailer lights as he drives off into the night.
I feel so empty, but he is the one that is all alone;
Hundreds of miles away and all he has is his telephone.
When unexpected things happen you call him to see what to do;
He seems to be upset and you feel he is mad at you.
Then you realize what is really wrong;
He wants to get to you but the distance is just to long.
Being and truckers wife when I lay down in our bed;
I think of him as he trucks mile after mile just to keep his family fed.

S.G.Sams (proud to be a truckers wife)

 

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