I am a military child.

I wonder where we will go next.

I hear airplanes everywhere.

I see my friends every day.

I want to stay here.

I am a military child.

I pretend I will not have to move again.

I feel I will be sad if we move away.

I touch the room that will soon not be mine.

I worry that I will not make new friends.

I cry that I will not see my friends again.

I am a military child.

I understand that we cannot stay.

I say to myself, “It is ok.”

I dream we can finally stay in the same place forever.

I try to help out all I can.

I hope I will see my friends again.

I am a military child.