A Prayer for my Mom

Now I lay me down to sleep

 On a bed of thorns I shall not weep

I pray the lord my soul to keep

wrapped in his warm embrace

If I die before I wake

What a glorious fate

I pray the lord my soul to take

Higher than this mortal plain

To play among the clouds so high

Where angels dance and sparrows fly

In his grace I shall not weep

Kneeling down at his feet

In his embrace I shall not die

Upon his throne sitting so high

In his love I find peace

Now I lay me down to sleep!

 

My Husband

The soft gentle snores of a man past exhaustion, a solider for good he finally lays his head down to sleep, taking care of so many he forgets about himself taking care of everything making sure no one is left out. His strength I stand in awe of, his kindness and his soul bring me greatest joys, he makes me laugh and makes me cry and yet I would hate to loose that sleeping noise. He is the gentlest of men kind and caring even as he stands facing evil to protect our family. He hides his feelings keeping them close to his chest not letting anyone see except me, and for that I am blessed. Forgiving all that would cause him harm he is a man of honor and charm, adoring and faithful, kind and true this is the man that I once thought I knew. Changing for me so that I am not afraid he gives me such joy in the choices we have made.

Men in Blue

Shots echo off the walls the sirens scream as duty calls, a gun and a badge these are their tools, all that protects from the evil that would rule. A quick representation of glory and god and all is lost shot down it is so wrong.Beneath the pristine blue they wear is still a heart but no one cares.Crimson tide flows from them just like any other human, protecting and serving that is their call,they do it for their families they do it for us all. A life for a life they are willing to give so that one person afraid might still live.To protect and serve is the matto they  swear each one of us they are willing to carry. Their rewards are few lousy pain and hard work when last call is read a flag and a book.They are remembered only when they fall another hero dies it is a loss for us all. They may not be blood family true but when one bleeds they all bleed blue. Remember them for the good that they do what they stand for  me and for you,they do not achieve glory the way that some do but they are strong valiant and true.They are police officers the first line of defense the ones who do not straddle the fence, when justice is needed and help is required it is the Officer in the line of fire.For all that they are and for all that they do, remember them, they are the men in blue!