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"Piano Lady" And Two Henderson Co. Sheriff´s Deputies

Sheriff's Office of Henderson County, Kentucky

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20 N Main St
Henderson, Kentucky 42420
(502)826-2713

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Officer Susan B Novello
Atkinson P.D.

"I WANT TO TELL YOU LIES!"

I want to tell that little boy that his Mom will be just fine. I want to tell that dad we got his daughter out in time. I want to tell that wife her husband will be home tonight. I don't want to tell it like it is, I want to tell them lies.

You didn't put their seat belts on, you feel you killed your kids. I want to say you didn't ... but in a way, you did. You pound your fists into my chest, you're hurting so inside. I want to say you'll be ok, I want to tell you lies.

You left chemicals within his reach and now it's in his eyes. I want to say your son will see, not tell you he'll be blind. You ask me if he'll be OK, with pleading in your eyes. I want to say that yes he will, I want to tell you lies.

I can see you're crying as your life goes up in smoke. If you'd maintained that smoke alarm, your children may have woke. Don't grab my arm and ask me if your family is alive. Don't make me tell you they're all dead, I want to tell you lies.

I want to say she'll be ok, you didn't take her life. I hear you say you love her and you'd never hurt your wife. You thought you didn't drink too much, you thought that you could drive. I don't want to say how wrong you were, I want to tell you lies.

You only left her for a moment, it happens all the time. How could she have fallen from there? You thought she couldn't climb. I want to say her neck's not broken, that she will be just fine. I don't want to say she's paralyzed, I want to tell you lies.

I want to tell this teen his buddies didn't die in vain. Because he thought that it'd be cool to try to beat that train. I don't want to tell him this will haunt him all his life. I want to say that he'll forget, I want to tell! him lies.

You left the cabinet open and your daughter found the gun. Now you want me to undo the damage that's been done. You tell me she's your only child, you say she's only five. I don't want to say she won't see six, I want to tell you lies.

He fell into the pool when you just went to grab the phone. It was only for a second that you left him there alone. If you'd just let the phone ring, perhaps your boy would be alive. But I don't want to tell you that, I want to tell you lies.

The fact that you were speeding caused that car to overturn, and we couldn't get them out of there before the whole thing burned. Did they suffer? Yes, they suffered, as they slowly burned alive. But I don't want to say those words, I want to tell you lies.

But I have to tell it like it is, until my shift is through, And then the real lies begin, when I come home to you. You ask me how my day was, and I say it was just fine. I hope you understand, sometimes, I have to tell you lies.

Please Note:

Copyrighted to Kalvere. Please do not reproduce without author's permission.
Kalvere, the author, is a Minnesota firefighter and would welcome any
comments at the following email address:
KalTheRebel@aol.com

We would Like to Thank not only Our Brother In Jesus, Kalvere, for his beautiful poem, but we would also like to thank him for being there as one of our Hero's A Firefighter/EMT, and I volunteer on a mounted Search and Rescue team.
God Bless you Kal and Thank You For Your Gift Of Love!

The Policeman's Lot

He always wanted somehow,
To be one of the few.
Those that have decided,
To wear a suit of blue.

To be a Cop his destiny,
He worked towards that end.
Although most 'round supported,
He lost a few false friends.

He wanted just a chance to help,
Those others needing guide.
His thought of just being a Cop,
Made him feel so good inside.

He joined the Police Academy,
Toiled so hard and long.
Pledged his life from that time on,
To protect the weak from strong.

Yes, although he knew it,
A Policeman's lot was rough.
He certainly was not prepared,
To see for self how tough.

He learned so very quickly,
Declared his own small war.
On those who would harm others,
By flouting country's laws.

Each day he would rise slowly,
Don his uniform of blue.
Not knowing what the day would bring,
Or what he'd be asked to do.

The very nature of his task,
Led him to see the worst.
Of what mankind was capable,
At times his heart would burst.

So many times he would find,
A tear dwell in his eye.
As he held some child close in his arms,
Be forced to watch them die.

He saw so many suffer,
The trauma and the pain.
Of other's plain indifference,
Then dream it all again.

He often wondered at the thought,
Of what would happen next.
In just how many other ways,
Would he see lack of respect.

Respect gone for one another,
No respect for country's law.
Some people seem to miss it,
And harm others evermore.

When all he did 'most daily,
Was see the harm being done.
It somehow raised his spirits,
When told "Thank You my son".

The thank you's were so limited,
But at least they weren't rehearsed.
Like times he catch a criminal,
And endured all those who cursed.

A Policeman's lot is difficult,
But can reap some great rewards,
In knowing that he's done his best,
With that his feelings soared.

But all the desperation,
The pain and death he saw.
He would store in his subconscious,
And remember evermore.

Sometimes the load grew larger,
He carried all the pain.
Would wake up at night screaming,
The nightmares had come again.

Till one day it had to happen,
He just could no longer cope.
He retreated into inner self,
And simply gave up hope.

One time he thought so deeply,
Of why handle all the strife.
It would be simpler surely,
To end his painful life.

But he fought on regardless,
To carry pain for evermore.
Never to wear his blue again,
The Cop had closed the door.

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