Being a police officers daughter,
Isn't all it's cracked up to be,
It often leaves me wondering,
Will she come home to me?

As she puts on that uniform of blue,
I smile and wonder why,
She chooses a job so daring,
And then, I realize,
she has a job so hard to see,
Within the normal human eye,
She risks her life every day,
To protect both you and I.

She never asks for thanks,
So I'm going to do it for her,
Look around and see,
She's got me to come home to.

Not just her, but all cops,
Have families like you and me,
And they need to come home,
Alive and well so please,
Next time you think a bad thought,
About these officers in blue,
Remember this little poem,
And give them thanks that's well over-due.

By

Shannon Goodrich