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THIS IS ABOUT ME AND HOW I SURVIVE, PRAYING EACH DAY HE'LL COME HOME ALIVE. I WAKE UP EACH MORNING AND SMILE AT HIM, IT'S ONE MORE DAY I'LL GET TO KISS HIM AGAIN. HE LEAVES THE HOUSE DAY AFTER DAY, DOING HIS JOB FOR VERY LITTLE PAY. HE DOES WHAT HE CAN TO PROTECT AND SERVE, WITHOUT RECEIVING THE BENEFITS HE SO DESERVES. IT'S ME AT HOME AFRAID TO TURN ON THE NEWS, WHAT HAPPENED TODAY AND WHO DID WE LOOSE OFFICERS GIBSON,SMITH, AND JOHNSON EACH DAY I SHED A TEAR FOR THE WIVES AND FAMILIES AND ALL THEY HOLD DEAR. I'M NO LONGER A ROOKIE, MY HUSBAND IS ON FIVE YEARS, YOU WOULD THINK I'D BE STRONGER BUT I'M STILL FILLED WITH FEAR. IT'S SOMETHING I HOPE WILL SLOWLY GO AWAY, THE THOUGHT OF LOSING HIM HAUNTS ME EACH DAY. WE HAVE A FAMILY, THEY BRING US LOVE AND JOY, A DAUGHTER OF FOUR AND A NINE MONTH OLD BOY. I DO WHAT I CAN TO HOLD US TOGETHER, I'M HERE FOR HIM; I'LL LOVE HIM FOREVER SOMETIMES I THINK WHILE I'AM AT HOME, WHY DO I FEEL LIKE I'AM SO ALONE. IS ANYONE OUT THERE FEELING THIS WAY, TAKING CARE OF THE FAMILY AND SURVIVING EACH DAY. THIS SOMETHING I CHOOSE, IT'S PART OF MY LIFE, IT IS THE ROLE I TOOK I'M A "D.C. " COP'S WIFE. WRITTEN BY: DENISE (COP'S WIFE) Email the author |