Summers of adventure, summers of change,
A MilKid's life, always in range.
Summers of exploration, of discovering new places,
meeting new people, and finding new faces.
Learning to adapt, to be resilient and strong,
a childhood of movement, never staying too long.
New bases, new homes, new friends to see,
a nomadic childhood, wild and free.
Memories of base pools, beach days, and outdoor fun,
carefree summers, before the next move is done.
MilKid summers, a time of growth and change.
A season of memories, as we turn the page.
Each summer a new chapter, a fresh start, a clean slate.
A chance to redefine "home," to create a new sense of place.
For MilKids, summer is a time to thrive,
to find joy in the journey, to make the most out of life.
Summer's warmth brings a known sense of calm,
a brief reprieve from life's alarm.
A new horizon beckons, a fresh start unfolds,
one chapter closes, as another is told.
The comfort of routine, replaced with unknown,
the process of adjustment to a new place called "home."
With every move a piece of us remains,
a fragment of love in the places we've gained.
This poem, a cycle, one that grows long.
I guess you could call it a MilKid's summer song.
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