My life as a Trucker's Wife. by Betsy Burnett
Your kiss still lingers on my lips
You gave it just moments before.
Sometimes it seems the loneliest time
Are those moments right after you're out the door.
I never quite know when I'll see you again
It could be tomorrow, or by the end of the week.
Sometimes the stretch could be days on end
(Sometimes it could be weeks)
It's in those moments I whisper a prayer
Amidst the tears I cry
I ask the Lord to keep you safe
and for Him to stay by your side!
I head back home to deal with life
(And sometimes without much help)
Someone needs mow the grass, take care of the kids
Plus the bills sure don't pay themselves!
Some might think this life I live
Is far less than I 've planned
But unless they have walked in my shoes
They never will quite understand!
You have a job to do, I sure know that
You need to keep those wheels a turning.
My job here as the one you love.
Is to keep those home fires burning.
So I'll patiently wait to welcome you home
(even if it's late at night)
I"ll be here waiting with open arms,
. . .That's my life as a truckers wife!