A Wife's Point of View

My husband is a hostage
of the CFA.
Tortured nearly daily,
cramming knowledge into his brain.

He comes home from work
and goes straight to studying at the table,
while I mope around the house
‘cause I can’t watch cable.

And then it’s off to bed we go,
but wait, he’s still not done.
That big pile of notecards
have to be reviewed until there’s none.

Sometimes I get lonely
because I feel like I never see him.
A dinner here, thirty minutes there,
and if I’m lucky a trip to the gym.

But when I get upset
and wish he’d just be done already,
I step back and remind myself,
he’s doing this for me.

I certainly have no right to complain;
he’s sacrificing more than me
by giving up all his free time
to build a bright future for our family.

I don’t like the long study hours
and I miss the time we had before.
But in the end it will all be worth it,
and that makes me love him even more.

Categories: life or something like it, matters of the mind, work life