TO THE WIVES OF COPS
You watch him walk out the door,
Something hes done so many times before,
Yet each time you give a little start,
Feeling the tremor run through your heart.
Lord, what a man, and he belongs to you.
Your love is real, most of all its true.
The father of your children, the reason you live,
Yet he works a job for which his life hed give.
You note the badge upon his chest,
Knowing "your" cop always gives his best.
He smiles, God what a smile, it sets a fire,
Withers your soul, memories of deep, loving desire.
"Ill be home at six, supper sounds great,"
Inside you know maybe six, maybe eight,
Maybe not at all, as the city takes its toll,
Answering his calls, both the exciting and the droll.
What inner faith makes a good cops wife,
How does she deal with all the tensions and strife?
How can she raise the children, change the date,
Smile when the meal is ruined, because again hes late?
Lord, forgive him who wears the badge, hes often remiss,
To say, "I love you, I care for you," to more often kiss,
The one who waits at home sometimes worried silly,
Wondering if hes coming home or lying in some alley.
Its true his job demands an awful lot,
There are calls to be answered and battles to be fought.
To help keep the streets safe for everyone,
He does it at all hours, sometimes with the setting/rising sun.
Help him sometimes, often to remember you,
Who knows his love for you is certain and true.
Help him to tell you each and every day,
Youre the one who keeps him able to face the fray.
You are the one that makes it worthwhile,
Its you that gives him reason to smile.
And its you hell carry always in his heart,
No one else may ever have that part.
In Memory of Officer Mike Pennington
Tom Guthery, Beneath the Badge