"November Tears" 

On a cold November morning,
His watch read quarter to three,
He's just doing his job,
Protecting you and me.

It seemed a routine call,
he made a quick arrest.
Never dreaming, never thinking,
He was destined to meet his death.

The offender seemed subdued.
He didn't even fight.
When suddenly shots rang out,
On this cold November night.

The bullet found it's target,
Piercing the officer's head.
Creating the mortal injury,
That would leave this officer dead.

Now he lay bleeding,
On the patrol car floor.
Pain dulling his senses,
His blood flowed out the door.

His life now slipping away.
He lay alone in the night.
The victim of senseless violence.
While trying to do what was right.

His lonely widow wonders,
What went wrong and why?
No answer to her question,
Of why he had to die.

Alone in her despair,
Tears staining her cheeks,
November tears, bitter tears,
Tears of loss, she weeps.

Final good-byes are said,
At his final resting place.
The bagpipes soulfully sound,
The hymn "Amazing Grace".

May we all take time to remember,
Our officers in blue,
Who daily risk their lives,
To protect both me and you.

by

~~Carrie Robison~~

Avec tout mon amour

Used with Special Permission of the Author
Copyright © November 2000 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

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