I wish I knew the author of this piece. It is my challenge to live up to...this clipping hung in my mother-in-law's house, and I am now privileged to have it hanging in mine. How often I have wished for just one more chance to ask how best to do this job...
The Truck Driver's Wife
She's the woman behind the man behind the wheel...
She's the woman who loves and comforts the man who has horizons in his eyes...
She keeps a snug harbor...and an open heart of welcome for the roamer home from the highways.
She's the woman who loves and comforts the man who has horizons in his eyes...
She keeps a snug harbor...and an open heart of welcome for the roamer home from the highways.
She's a truck driver's wife.
She runs the home for the man who drives by night so the world can live tomorrow...
She's a brave smile that says "Goodbye."
She's a happy laugh that says "Welcome home."
Her life is geared to the roar of the road.
Her life is made up of sudden farewells...and happy hellos.
She's a brave smile that says "Goodbye."
She's a happy laugh that says "Welcome home."
Her life is geared to the roar of the road.
Her life is made up of sudden farewells...and happy hellos.
She's expectant eyes peering out the front window waiting for the welcome sight of familiar headlights...
She's the dream a man carries in his heart on midnight highways and over rugged mountains and across lonely prairies...
She's the dream a man carries in his heart on midnight highways and over rugged mountains and across lonely prairies...
She's a truck driver's wife.
She cooks the meals and tends the babies, washes the clothes and keeps the house...and waits...
Her heart skips a beat at the squeal of brakes...or the scream of a siren...
She dislikes rainy nights and emergency runs...the sight of red rear lights disappearing down the highway...
She's two loving arms at the end of a journey...
Her heart skips a beat at the squeal of brakes...or the scream of a siren...
She dislikes rainy nights and emergency runs...the sight of red rear lights disappearing down the highway...
She's two loving arms at the end of a journey...
She's a truck driver's wife.
She likes days off...short hauls...the family gathered around...and her husband sitting safely by the fire...
She's waiting on the front porch...a smile at the end of a long haul...she's love keeping the home lights bright for a working wanderer.
She's a smiling photo in a man's wallet, a happy thought on an empty night, the dream a man carries in his heart when he's miles from home.
She has learned to smile when he says goodbye...the patience of lonely evenings...to live for the happy hellos...
She's waiting on the front porch...a smile at the end of a long haul...she's love keeping the home lights bright for a working wanderer.
She's a smiling photo in a man's wallet, a happy thought on an empty night, the dream a man carries in his heart when he's miles from home.
She has learned to smile when he says goodbye...the patience of lonely evenings...to live for the happy hellos...
She's a truck driver's wife.
At times, deep in her heart, she dreams of her husband working from 9 til 5 like other men...she envies the women who can tell by the clock when their men will swing into the driveway...
But then, she wouldn't be married to the fulfilled, confident man who holds forty tons of wheeled steel on the ribbons of the nations highways...and drives by night so the nation can live tomorrow...
So she waits with a patient smile...and she keeps her heart and home warm for the man who has highways in his eyes...
She's a truck driver's wife.
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