Weapons anchor her girth.
Camouflage fatigues belie
the softness she reserves for her infant son
entrusted to a friend a million miles away.
And as she hunkers down
beneath desert stars in makeshift barracks
Let him be safe tonight.
Diapers, schoolbooks, chores.
Her daily domesticity camouflage
the fierce warrior alert and poised
to guard and protect.
And as she nestles in
beside her sleeping husband
My sons are safe tonight.