Life with Military Police

It’s dark and early and we’re in bed
As I pull the sheets from over my head

Ding! Ding! Ding! time to start the day
Shake off that sleep, roll back that hay

With muscles weak and eyes half mast
I stumble down our high stairs much to fast

The house is cold, but glowing with lights
Christmas time, and for my eyes, to bright

My slippers slide across the kitchen floor
And above, the husband sleeps some more

Coffee pot burbles, hisses and dribbles
Lunch bags rattle, the eggs and bacon, it sizzles

The snooze button wears off, the mattress moans
And something from up there grumbles and groans

A shower head, a thump, and steps down the stairs
And behold; a face. Stubble of sleep he bears          

The shaver is buzzing and grazing with care
And into my kitchen comes a marine with no hair.

Have some eggs and some OJ- gummy bear too.
One minute to shove off, and that’s my cue.

Got the cover, the boot straps, the chevrons, the pen
And he revs up his motor, gives a kiss, and he’s off again

“Good morning sir, good morning ma’am, have a nice day
Salute, then you wave. “No, you turn here, and a yes, it’s that way.”

Please sign this paper, here, here and here.
May I see your ID please?  Good to go, you’re all clear.

Another day to fill up, another day to serve
Another day of life, and another curve

And later, he’ll come home, after the sun leaves for the day
He’ll talk, he’ll eat, and he’ll browse till he’ll say

"I’m tired, I’ve had it," and to bed will we flee.
So, here is my story, though small it may be

About a normal day, as a normal wife
Of a United States Marine Corps MP