Standing tall in your blue, the uniform identifies you
you carry a gun and your ID
you command authority even when things get out of hand.
I thought that night was like any other
you at work and our daughter in bed;
I never worried that you might be in trouble,
you've come out of worse before!
But then we got the call,
the call most families dread:
I remember it all so well.
I was baking your favorite pie.
The phone rang at one-thirty A.M.
The Fuher on the other end, asking if I could come down,
My husband was gone, he said, killed by a man who'd lost his head.
A clear blow to the chest, in one end, gone through to the other end.
The doctors pronounced him dead.
A few later you were in your blue
Looking so fine and good,
But the only difference was
You were going to your grave instead of coming home.
Black-Angel-001: this is a version of an original poem i wrote titled Standing Tall in Blue. the original version should be up in the tv series category under csi cause there isn't a category for cops.