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Twas the night before filing

August 6, 2008

Twas the night before filing and all thorough the house, not a creature was stirring–not even The Ralph;


The home study was laid out on the table with care, in hopes that our I-171H would soon also be there;

The happy couple was nestled all snug in their bed, while visions of KC barbeque danced in their heads;

With Gwen in her ‘kerchief and Jer in his cap, we had just settled down for a not so long nap;

When in Gwen’s REM sleep a dream rose such a clatter, I sat up in my bed and asked myself “what’s the matter?”

Away to the table I flew like a flash, tore open my passport and let out a laugh;

The moon shown on the table of all our documents below, is my identification expired?-it can’t be–oh no!

When what to my wondering eyes should appear, my second source of identification-my Army ID-it’s here!

With my large chubby feet I hopped and I skipped, I knew in a moment it was all just a trick;

More rapid than eagles I went back to bed, while more and more dreams all formed in my head;

I moaned and I groaned about the past four months, all the while wondering why are some people a dunce?

I thrashed and I rolled and I called them by name–all of the forms, all of the games;

On family regisistry, find tax returns, get certificates and Hague training, all of these little steps-sometimes are so draining;

But one last good dream finally came to my mind, we had gotten our referral, it was our time;

She/He had a cute little face and a little round belly, that shook when she/he laughed like a bowl full of jelly;

She/He was perfect and beautiful in every way, my how we waited so long for this day;

I laughed when I saw her/him in spite of myself, I would not have made it if it weren’t for some help;

I sat up in bed and checked out the clock, yes-I get three more hours-sleep rocks!

And with a twinkle in my eye and a dream in my head, I pulled up the covers and snuggled into bed;

But I said to myself as the lights drifted out of sight, happy filing to all, and to all a good night!

4 Comments leave one →
  1. August 6, 2008 11:29 am

    veeeery clever, you are! cute post.

  2. Mandi permalink
    August 6, 2008 6:43 pm

    She/he is bound to be a poet with mad poetry skillz like this.

  3. Regina permalink
    August 6, 2008 6:45 pm

    Roses are red
    Violets are blue
    Put this poem in this application
    and they’ll be sure to accept you!

  4. August 6, 2008 7:18 pm

    Cute…cute…cute!! Love it! I am sure it will be very smooth for you both tomorrow. One more thing to cross off your list. Yeah!

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