Police - The Ordinary Day Poem by Paul Warren

He was not a flashy officer and just did his work as it came
And didn't turn heads and you would think not destined for fame
His family consisted of two young girls and a wife who loved him
Thinking of his country he was a part-time soldier in his country's hymn

The day it happened was like any other day as it ought to be
When he rose he got ready for work as he would plainly see
So having breakfast and chatting to his wife, he kissed her good-bye
And drove off to the station routinely without a bat of his eye

So it was friendly locker-room banter getting ready for the day
And then the muster parade as the sergeant had his duty say
With his partner he commenced patrol in their police cruiser proper
All to routine with a cup of coffee booking on was their daily roster

And so about 7.30 in the morning they received the fatal tasking
To the Bus and Train Interchange a woman called for help in her asking
A brute of a man had been following and now was close to her
She did not feel safe in what she saw as he was like no other

There was no High Noon showdown as they booked away
They made their way to the woman who gave her story in her say
So they approached the offender who grimly stood his ground
And a fight ensued when he grabbed him trying to pull him down

But the offender was quick and took his knife out plunging it in
Stabbing the officer who went to the ground with the wound as suffering
The offender ran off and the partner tried to stem the bleeding
When assistance was called with an ambulance to the scene rushing

They did their best to help him as he lay on the tarmac
With the paramedics knowing how grave it was for him as a fact
He was still talking to them as they loaded him up for his treatment call
Saying 'Tell my wife I'll be alright and I will see her at the hospital.'

The trip to the hospital saw his life in grave danger's way
As they couldn't stem the blood loss as his life drained away
They took him into the emergency room and opened him up
But his heart was pierced and he died without his wife's sup

So an ordinary day became his last one as his duty was done
The family lost their father and a woman her life partner as one
And there was pomp and ceremony as he was laid to rest
With the family suffering and their life left was less than the best.

© Paul Warren Poetry