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| A TRIBUTE TO A COP'S WIFE Honey, I'm Sure You've heard at times during our married life from those who ask, "Aren't you proud to be a policeman's wife?" But Honey, let me say this, it's you I'm proud of you, and they would be, too. If only they could see what it takes to be one, and what you have to go through. To be a lawman, it's no easy task to do what we have to do. But it's a much harder job to be his wife, and it takes someone special like you. And I know God chose you to be with me in this life Because he knew you had the quality and strength to be a cop's wife. Some may say that I have courage and I'm a hero and that sort of thing. And when I hear it, this thought to my mind it always brings It's you honey, your the courage behind this man's badge, don't you see. And it's you honey, who's the hero, not me. And I know you get lonely and frustrated at times and wonder if it's worth it at all. But if you ever left me, this "Brave Courageous Hero" would be no man at all. And I know you worry about the temptations I face on the streets Of the Women of the night and girls that I meet. But let me tell you this, Honey, and you listen good, There's nobody on this Earth who could replace you They certainly never could. And I know there are times when I go to work, and you kiss me goodbye That you must worry and wonder if this is the day I've been chosen to die. And Honey, if that day should ever happen and someday become true. Remember, Honey, My very last thoughts on this earth will be of you AUTHOR UNKNOWN |
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| A Lawman's Lady |
| It seems I spend my life waiting For him to come home or call But there's always something going down And he's got to be part of it all. The job never ends promptly at five That's when everything just comes alive. The paperwork too, it never ends: You try explaining all this to your friends. I've counted burnt dinners, lonely evenings and such, It's hard to be patient when he's always off in a rush. But he loves what he's doing, I can tell by his face when he comes home to me saying They've closed another tough case. It seems I spend my life waiting For him to come home or call For that's a part of the life I've chosen And I have no regrets at all. For I am a lawman's lady People say we're a breed apart That it takes a special woman To have a place in a cop's heart. And so I'll keep on waiting For him to come home or just call And pray that there will never be a day When my man won't come home at all. By: Peggy Bishop |
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