This poem is for the daughters of Police Officers, the ones whos fathers mean everything to them, and the ones who can't live with out their dad.
Disclaimer: I do not own this poem, Shannon Goodrich does.
A Police Officer's Daughter
Being a police officers daughter,
Isn't all its cracked up to be,
It often leaves me wondering,
Will he come home to me?
As he puts on that uniform of blue,
I smile and wonder why,
He chooses a job so daring,
And then, I realize,
He has a job so hard to see,
Within the normal humans eye,
He risks his life every day,
To protect both you and I.
He never asks for thanks,
So I'm going to do it for him,
Look around and see,
He's got me to come home to.
Not just him, 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.
I cried reading this poem, it's exactly how I feel seeing my dad leave, and not knowing if he'll come home in the morning. So, I hope he knows that I will always be his little girl.