Photo by Mary Milec |
A quick hug and I’m off on a new adventure.
I can’t wait to get on the plane.
I wave good-bye, follow Daddy’s lead,
Then walk through a funny machine.
To greet with a hug or a kiss.
Don’t know who they are so I’ll hide if I can
And hope and pray I’ll get missed.
A place that I sometimes remember.
I hug my friends but promise that I
Will be back soon enough next September.
And run to them fast as I can.
I see them on Skype but it’s just not the same
To put arms all around a computer.
And remembers me from being little?
I’m not quite sure but maybe can manage
To hug them just a little.
For soon I’ll give hugs to my friends;
But aunts and uncles must stay behind
And cousins just don’t understand.
When another MK has to leave.
I’m holding her tight while her mom says, “Time’s up.”
Don’t know if I’ll see her again.
Between hugs of hellos and good-byes.
I’m hugging much longer though Mom says, “Let go.”
I now know much more about time.
To love, and to hug when I can.
Reunions are joyous so travel I must
Though it’s hard to leave loved ones again.
Just squeeze me a little bit more.
Parting is hard but more hugs will be given
On the other side of the shore.
Marcie Cooper
I'm sure this poem strikes a chord with so many missionaries and their families... Nicely put, Marcie.
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