I Watch My Husband When He Gets Dressed, A Poem

I watch you when you get ready for work,

your pride shines right through while I go berserk.

You struggle as you velcro your vest,

knowing it will save you when you're at your best.

You put on your duty belt with your taser and gun,

praying nobody takes off and you have to run.

You turn up your radio ever so loud,

just in case your partner has failed in a crowd.

You turn on the camera because you are proud to share,

not wanting to be known as the cop who didn’t care.

You put on your wide-brimmed hat

because at times it’s all that's looked at.

The last is your badge so shiny and new,

it reads Sargeant and I’m so proud of you!

You tell me don’t worry, you’re not going to die,

as you wipe away the tear falling from my eye.

I pray every time you walk out the door,

hoping you’ll be back to share all the more.

You call me when you get a break,

always hoping I’m not sleeping because it’s so late.

I make an excuse to come to see you at work,

hoping you’re not at the jail because you arrested some jerk.

I don’t ever want to see that long blue line

and don’t want to see you buried at some shrine.

My heart skips a beat when you pull in the drive,

knowing that God has let you come home alive!