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Daddys
He wore his father’s badge On his first day, Pinned to his young chest By his father’s partner, a cop now old and gray. His hat was once his daddy’s, And his gun once was his too, For like his daddys, He felt the calling of the blue. He’s falling in the silent footsteps, Of a father he never knew, No longer a yearning dream, Like his daddys, he now is a man of the blue. His father didn’t see His boy become a man, But he had many daddys in blue, Who were there with a fatherly hand. It takes many daddys, To raise a fatherless boy, To turn tears to laughter, To change sorrow into joy. He’s walking in his daddys’ footsteps, And believe me, there are quite a few, Daddys who carried on, For a fallen brother of the blue.
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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