The Ultimate Cop

[strangeness]

Alrighty... a byte of info before I post this. I found a book called In the Line of Duty: The Service and Sacrifice of America's Finest (by Constance Clark) in the grandparents library area and I read it. It's a really great book, I recomend it for all of your guys. Anyways, In the book is a poem that was written by Laura Knapcik, the 15 year-old daughter of a police officer. She wrote the poem for her dad and left it for him on the table with a note. I'm going to type of the note and the poem for you guys.(it's types exactly as it is in the book) Another thing that should be noted is that this poem was written after one of her father's co-workers died in the line of duty during a drug bust. ^^Also...I'm wasn't quite sure where to put this... If it's in the wrong place someone please move it... That said-


***Dad-
This poem came directly from my heart. I love you so much it scares and amazes me that you go out every day and risk everything to provide us with all that we have. I didn't write this poem to scare you or Mom, I just wrote to express how lost I'd be without you!
I love you Dad!
Signed, Laura
P.S. Hey be careful our there.***


***He picked me up from school,
his excitement he didn't hold back.
He shared with me his enthusiasm
of our cities' power attack.

Tonight there will be a drug bust
somewhere in an empty lot.
My dad would bust the dealer
and become the ultimate cop.

He dropped me off at home,
he kissed me and held me tight.
As he drove off, he said,
"Say a prayer for me tonight."

At home I went on as usual,
waiting to hear from dad,
hoping he made the bust,
hoping he nailed them bad.

At 10 I watched the news,
anxious to hear the outcome.
When a newsman read his news
I felt my heart turn numb.

The stern-looking newsman
announced in a voice like thunder.
As my eyes filled with tears,
I said to myself, "Oh why
couldn't Dad be a plumber!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs,
filled with sadness and rage.
I realized then that being a cop
was more than an act on a stage.

Mom awoke with the sound of my screams,
running in fear to me.
Before she could ask, she saw
Dad's body lying dead on the ground.

She fell down on the couch
and grasped for a breath.
She just couldn't cry-
she was scared to death.

I was running like crazy,
throwing things all around
until my mother got up
and tackled me down.

I couldn't stop shaking,
I was so nervous and so scared,
I yearned for my Daddy,
and on that thought I blared:

"Oh Daddy, Dear Daddy,
where are you now?
I feel so scared and lonely.
Please show me how...

to have faith in God
and in your will to live.
Show me a sign that your life
you'll not give.

Daddy, my Daddy
can you hear me cry?
Oh God, I need my Daddy,
Please don't let him die!!!"***