cop – a poem by pd lyons


 

 

 

cop

sometimes he woke me up so early getting ready for work

that I learned how morning could be dark as night

sometimes he woke me up so late

just to kiss me back asleep

when my father was a policeman

no one thought armour piercing rounds

were a constitutional right

no one but the bad guys

thought he was a bad guy

he was the guy you called for help

and always he’d show up.

 

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