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scarlet_tunic
02-28-06, 02:25 AM
I didn't write this, but whoever did was pretty amazing. Almost made a tear run down my cheek. I hope no one here has actually had these feelings tho...:(

Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.
But her Mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching, for a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique.
"My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so.
"He loved to t ell me stories he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite.

"We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him. I'm not standing here alone.
"Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart
I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart"

With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her, doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far
You see he was a policeman and died just this past year
When airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day.
And to her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.


woodyzj
03-02-06, 01:45 PM
Wow............

way_up_north
03-08-06, 01:56 AM
I read this one before, still a good story.


Oldbillplod
03-08-06, 02:05 AM
Very moving

Frogdiver
03-08-06, 03:08 AM
This is going to sound a little 'mushy' for those of you who know me, but here it goes anyways.
I live with the sadness that this can happen to any officers child any given day. I often think about how my family would feel if this were to happen to me, but know, that by standing here on the 'front lines' I, as well as every officer, serviceman/woman, etc., that they are being protected to the best of my/our ability and that is the best we can do.
I would like to take this moment to thank everyone of you who hold this line for protecting my country and my family selflessly.
There are children who live in the circumstances portrayed in the poem, I bless everyone of them and pray for their families.
Sorry K9-MALY, I can get 'soft' every now and then.

Ironhead
03-08-06, 05:38 AM
Nery nice - sad, but nice

blckout
04-25-06, 07:02 PM
that, is my biggest fear in becoming a LEO.

not the fear of death or getting hurt.

its the fear of leaving my wife and kids behind on this earth, without me by their side

wirble
06-16-06, 12:26 PM
After reading "Your not a cop until you taste them", and then this poem, couldn't finish this poem without crying. God bless all the good men and women and their families who are defending our country and neighborhoods.

Firestorm
06-25-06, 05:33 PM
I've read this poem before, but even reading it now still brings tears to my eyes.

VPol
10-17-06, 11:33 PM
Hi all...Here is another one:

When God Made Peace Officers
author unknown

When the Lord was creating peace officers, he was into his sixth day of
overtime when an angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling
around on this one." And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this
order?

A peace officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the dark,
scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle
his uniform.

"He has to be able to sit in an undercover car all day on a stakeout, cover a
homicide scene that night, canvass the neighborhood for witnesses, and
testify in court the next day.

"He has to be in top physical condition at all times, running on black coffee
and half-eaten meals. And he has to have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands... no way."

"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord, "it's the
three pairs of eyes an officer has to have."

"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.

The Lord nodded. One pair that sees through a bulge in a pocket before he
asks, "May I see what's in there, sir?" (When he already knows and wishes
he'd taken that accounting job.) "Another pair here in the side of his head
for his partners' safety. And another pair of eyes here in front that can
look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, 'You'll be all right ma'am,
when he knows it isn't so."

"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."

"I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound
drunk into a patrol car without incident and feed a family of five on a civil
service paycheck."

The angel circled the model of the peace officer very slowly, "Can it think?"
she asked.

"You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the elements of a hundred crimes;
recite Miranda warnings in its sleep; detain, investigate, search, and arrest
a gang member on the street in less time than it takes five learned judges to
debate the legality of the stop... and still it keeps its sense of humor.

This officer also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal with crime
scenes painted in hell, coax a confession from a child abuser, comfort a
murder victim's family, and then read in the daily paper how law enforcement
isn't sensitive to the rights of criminal suspects."

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the peace
officer. "There's a leak,"she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to
put too much into this model."

"That's not a leak," said the lord, "it's a tear."

"What's the tear for?" asked the angel.

"It's for bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment to that
funny piece of cloth called the American flag, for justice."

"You're a genius," said the angel.

The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there," he said.

scarlet_tunic
10-18-06, 12:53 AM
That's great....I'm definately going to print that, and forward that one around.

Mike Romeo
10-18-06, 01:14 AM
I miss things with my family, but I am fortunate. They understand the calling of which I am employed. :)

IamThelaw
10-22-06, 03:54 PM
I look like I just got punched in the nose...trying not to cry.

ScottLee
01-07-07, 09:03 PM
Geez, the first one is a tear jerker. That second one is so true though

magicman
01-07-07, 09:26 PM
Hi all...Here is another one:

When God Made Peace Officers
author unknown

When the Lord was creating peace officers, he was into his sixth day of
overtime when an angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling
around on this one." And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this
order?

A peace officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the dark,
scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle
his uniform.

"He has to be able to sit in an undercover car all day on a stakeout, cover a
homicide scene that night, canvass the neighborhood for witnesses, and
testify in court the next day.

"He has to be in top physical condition at all times, running on black coffee
and half-eaten meals. And he has to have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands... no way."

"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord, "it's the
three pairs of eyes an officer has to have."

"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.

The Lord nodded. One pair that sees through a bulge in a pocket before he
asks, "May I see what's in there, sir?" (When he already knows and wishes
he'd taken that accounting job.) "Another pair here in the side of his head
for his partners' safety. And another pair of eyes here in front that can
look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, 'You'll be all right ma'am,
when he knows it isn't so."

"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."

"I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound
drunk into a patrol car without incident and feed a family of five on a civil
service paycheck."

The angel circled the model of the peace officer very slowly, "Can it think?"
she asked.

"You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the elements of a hundred crimes;
recite Miranda warnings in its sleep; detain, investigate, search, and arrest
a gang member on the street in less time than it takes five learned judges to
debate the legality of the stop... and still it keeps its sense of humor.

This officer also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal with crime
scenes painted in hell, coax a confession from a child abuser, comfort a
murder victim's family, and then read in the daily paper how law enforcement
isn't sensitive to the rights of criminal suspects."

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the peace
officer. "There's a leak,"she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to
put too much into this model."

"That's not a leak," said the lord, "it's a tear."

"What's the tear for?" asked the angel.

"It's for bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment to that
funny piece of cloth called the American flag, for justice."

"You're a genius," said the angel.

The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there," he said.


This poem was read at the service of Officer Melissa Foster with the Columbus Division of Police. It was incredibly moving. Her death was 2 years ago on Dec 4. We recognized Officer Bryan Hurst yesterday on his 2 year EOW anniversary. Every death is tragic and leaves many people wondering what will be. I think the saddest thing (and this is me getting mushy) is when the father of Melissa first called my wife for help. It was to ask her how to braid their daughter's hair. I realized. If something happened to me, my wife could probably fix stuff and take care of things. If something happened to her, how could I braid their hair, give them mommy talks and such. Life is fragile. Appreciate it!

squeeeg
01-08-07, 10:09 PM
It is extraordinarily rare that anything brings me close to tears let alone words on the internet. I am with everybody else that I would never forgive myself for leaving my future family without me there, if that statement actually makes any sense.

Cat_Doc
01-08-07, 10:37 PM
This was just as good as the first time it was posted. I swear I can see that little girl. Thanks for bringing tears to my eyes, again. :o

http://forums.realpolice.net/showthread.php?t=42446

Aussie George
01-18-07, 09:11 PM
My wife and I are trying to have children.

I worry that if something happens to me she will find out the next day that she is pregnant.

A while back I started writing my life story. For one, I thought it would be fun, which it is, and also in the odd event that something like the above happened, my kid could grow up knowing a bit more about me.

Hopefully nothing happens to me soon, because it is taking a lot longer to write than I thought.:D