My Daddy

I wrote this poem about a month ago, and it’s been on my mind a lot. As his former dispatcher, I know my husband is well trained and ready to handle the tasks each day brings him. But as his wife and as a mother, I am less prepared to deal with the questions and emotions that sometimes come up. Regardless of what the day may hold, he continues forward. I will always be proud of the man that my husband is and the example he sets for our boys.

Jon

My Daddy

Before my daddy goes to work,

He kisses me goodbye.

I’m not old enough to know quite yet,

But my big brother will sometimes cry –

“When will he come back again?

I really want for him to play!

Will he be home for dinner, Mommy?

Or will the bad guys make him stay?”

Not even Google knows the answers

To all the questions that arise.

Mama will never say she worries,

And she considers each moment with him a prize.

But Mama’s thoughts are never far away

From the man who makes this home.

They hold Daddy close through every task,

It’s always to him that her mind roams.

There’s a darkness that I’m not yet aware of,

That daily threatens our family.

But Daddy goes out to face it down,

In the face of evil, he does not flee.

I want him to come back to us!

When he’s near, I always smile.

His voice is deep and comforting,

He holds me gently for a while.

Then Mama gets to talk with him,

He wrestles with my brother.

So quickly, he goes out once more…

…willing to lay down his life for another.

Mama tells us this is who Daddy is,

As he stands before the weak as a shield.

She says it’s because he loves us so much,

That he will forever refuse to yield.

And maybe, one day, I’ll be brave like him.

I’ll learn to seek that which is right.

Maybe, I too, will fight those things

That always ‘go bump in the night’.

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