A Day In The Life OF A Policeman's Wife

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A POLICEMAN'S WIFE
The day, as many, starts the same,
With breakfast, school, and such.
He's asleep, the house is calm,
I miss his loving touch.

I sneak a peek at him in bed,
His sleeping form is still.
He is safe at home with me,
He'll stay that way, until

The night shift starts as people sleep,
I lay awake and pray,
That God may watch him as he works
And bring him home okay.

I've learned that life is fragile,
It only takes one call
To take away the one you love
Or see his comrade fall.

So whether it's an evening,
afternoon or day,
My thoughts are with him as he works,
I stay at home, I pray.

For now I know each day's a gift
That's given every life,
Each day more precious, just because
I'm a policeman's wife.

Karen Dillon

copyright 1994