It’s that time again,
Another farewell,
My heart is sad,
But I know the drill well. 

Removal trucks rumble down the street,
Friends pack up their homes,
New adventures they seek. 

Ovens are scrubbed,
Garish curtains rehung,
Walls washed, holes filled,
Nothing to be billed. 

The March Out is done,
A new home awaits,
No longer will they be here for coffee and cake. 

Our children lose their play dates,
Ask where their friends have gone.
To young to understand what it means to move home. 

The Army has told them,
it’s time to move on,
with a clatter of doors the trucks are gone.

On this carousel that is Army life,
So long to you,
fellow Military wife.

The houses stand empty,
tears roll down our cheeks.
It never gets easier to lose the friends we meet. 

My Random Musings
My Random Musings