I watch him as he rises before his alarm,
Another day to get ready and prepare for potential harm.
He gets out of the shower, fresh for the day,
He starts his routine, I just stay out of the way.
I watch as he pulls out his uniform of blue,
He pins on his badge, it looks shiny, but not new.
His name tag, he places perfectly straight in a line.
I watch him with pride, I'm so glad that he's mine.
On goes his belt, with necessary tools, every one,
Handcuffs, baton, extra ammo clip and gun.
He kisses me gently, caresses my face ever so sweet,
I watch him walk out the door and right out on the streets.
I pray each day, as he walks out the door
'Please God, bring him back home to me once more!'
I watch as he comes home, after an extra long day,
Weary and tired, with not much to say
Stabbings, shootings, women tormented by abuse,
There's always a bad guy out there on the loose.
He's out there to protect and serve in his town,
Ever ready to be there when a call comes down.
He is ready to give his life, for another,
Leaving behind his kids, wife, father and mother.
I watch as with pride, I'm reminded once more,
Make every moment special, before he walks out the door.
Author Unknown
We started this ride 7 years ago. This month is Hubby's anniversary month for working for his current employer. He loves his work and we know he loves us. Why do we do this each day? We know that this is where God wants his talents to be used. Serving others. "When Ye Are in the Service of Your Fellow Beings Ye Are Only in the Service of Your God" (Mosiah 2:17) Thanks Hubby for going to work each day. I am proud of you! I love you!
Another day to get ready and prepare for potential harm.
He gets out of the shower, fresh for the day,
He starts his routine, I just stay out of the way.
I watch as he pulls out his uniform of blue,
He pins on his badge, it looks shiny, but not new.
His name tag, he places perfectly straight in a line.
I watch him with pride, I'm so glad that he's mine.
On goes his belt, with necessary tools, every one,
Handcuffs, baton, extra ammo clip and gun.
He kisses me gently, caresses my face ever so sweet,
I watch him walk out the door and right out on the streets.
I pray each day, as he walks out the door
'Please God, bring him back home to me once more!'
I watch as he comes home, after an extra long day,
Weary and tired, with not much to say
Stabbings, shootings, women tormented by abuse,
There's always a bad guy out there on the loose.
He's out there to protect and serve in his town,
Ever ready to be there when a call comes down.
He is ready to give his life, for another,
Leaving behind his kids, wife, father and mother.
I watch as with pride, I'm reminded once more,
Make every moment special, before he walks out the door.
Author Unknown
We started this ride 7 years ago. This month is Hubby's anniversary month for working for his current employer. He loves his work and we know he loves us. Why do we do this each day? We know that this is where God wants his talents to be used. Serving others. "When Ye Are in the Service of Your Fellow Beings Ye Are Only in the Service of Your God" (Mosiah 2:17) Thanks Hubby for going to work each day. I am proud of you! I love you!
11 comments:
Wow! That's amazing. I don't know what to say other than thank you for the sacrifice you give so that my world can be safe. I can't imagine letting my husband go out into harms way each day. That was a beautiful poem. It brought tears to my eyes.
Cami Sue, I know you! Please invite me to your blog. Are you still in T.F.? How did you find me? I have missed you since we moved out of the ward. My email is lmencl@cableone.net.
This poem did soften my heart today. What a wonderful thing he does to help and protect all of us. It takes a lot of courage and bravery. I feel so much gratitude for all the men in uniform. They sacrifice a lot to serve and protect their fellow beings. Their contribution is huge.
Thats awesome! I didn't know your husband did that. Being married to someone in that line of work would be scary, I have never understood that personally before, but the poem helps a little.
Beautiful family.
I have 10 kids--2 years old-20 years old.
Touching poem. Thank you for sharing your husband to make us safer.
Wow, you are wonderful. I am personally so grateful for emotionally healthy and righteous men willing to use their talents and time to protect us. And I'm just as grateful for women like you who- through love, assistance and support- keep them that way.
That is a neat poem. It's a good thing that there are women like you out there that support their husbands in doing their job. It's nice to know that we have talented, educated people are keeping us safe.
I, too, am so grateful for your husband's courage and service. Bless him for all that he does for all of society!
And bless you, sweet wife, for your courage in letting him go each day. I don't know how you do it, but I admire you both so much.
Thank you!!!!
That was beautiful. Please tell Ken, "Thank You" from me. I truly appreciate those Peace Officers who have the desire and courage to serve our community every day. And a big "Thank You" to you for supporting him to do it. You're awesome!
I've always thought it would be tough (as in very worrisome) to be married to a law enforcement officer or soldier or firefighter, etc. But we certainly need people like your husband, who risk their lives to serve the community.
Hello, I found you through Holly {2kidsandtired}. My father-in-law was a cop in Vegas for 28 years and my husband is a corrections officer {for 5 almost 6 years}. Thnka you for sharing this poem.
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