Poetry

Written By: Kimberley Lazore(Niece)

I had a feeling that you were in trouble

You were calling out my name

You’re the one that I’m talking about here

I know it’s been rough and tough out there

Because it’s a part of your job and who you become

And we don’t want to lose you ever

Mr. policeman whistle your last whistle

Patrol your last round

And bring them on down

I worry but we all worried about you every day

when you’re out on the road

And you have had a long hard day and years

You have put in 31 years and those years we respected your wishes

and dreams to come true in being a cop

You were a fine good damn police officer as we see you patrolling

Day and night until you missioned to office inside

no one knew more better than us your family

And you managed to do it well on your own

And you’re a big boy now and you are the man

that I ever known in my life as a father-figure

You were there for me and now I can be there for you, Mr.Policeman

I thank-you very much! Niawen ko:wa