There is no magical number
To ease heartache, suffering
400 miles of I25 cannot separate me
From the pain and the tears
Geography is not able to cure
The deep sadness, my simmering rage
Another day. Another death. Another deputy.
How many moms, how many times
Do we text our own LEO*
"Stay safe. I love you"
The oddest relief to know
He's not on duty, he's in a class
My own son is not participating in a manhunt
But his guard will forever be up
All eyes will always be open, including his ajna
On duty, in daylight
At night he will sleep with only one eye shut
Replaying the day, overjoyed to be home
Keeping his wife and little one safe
From the horrors of his quotidian quotients
He will learn to look through those eyes
With the lens of danger, crime
Drugs, alcohol fueled frenzies
Senseless death
This job will scar him in ways
A mother should never know
Reality will take the sweet little man of yesterday
My boy who never played with toy guns
And turn his heart a bit cold, stony. Yet
The true nature of his compassion will
Not be lost to me
His Cop Mom
*LEO - Law Enforcement Officer
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