Watching my love put on his uniform,
I catch the glint off the badge
which adorns.
Checking his gun, adjusting his
belt,
Anquish begins to build like the
other nights I've felt.
I know his job is to protect and
to serve,
And my mind knows good men are
what the force deserves.
But selfishness enters with matters
of the heart and so why him?
To put his life on the line for
so many unappreciative women and men.
But that one difference is all he
wants to make,
From easing some abuse to giving
a lucky motorist a break.
So when his hand reaches for the
door to begin his night,
Only God knows what will be his
plight.
I can only hope he knows of all
my love,
And in another breath say a prayer
to God above.
Keep him safe as well as his other
fellow brothers,
May they all return to their wives,
husbands, and mothers.
But in the night I know a siren
will wail,
For the call of duty will always
prevail.
Injustice seems to need no rest
or sleep,
But instead constantly lurks in
the shadows deep.
Nothing matches the feeling at the
end of his work day,
When he reaches out to touch me
in the bed where I lay.
Peace reaches my soul and I thank
God again
For bringing my love safely back
to me, our family, and friends.
