My Mommy lives in God's house.
She is a hero to me.
You won't find her name in history books,
Although she insured the rights of those that some day shall be.
She was taken from me on a cold autumn night.
A time for trick or treat, not to chase a bad guy who chose to take flight.
She didn't have to chase him, she could have come home to me.
But what about the other children, the ones some pretend not to see.
I've wanted to hate that man, who's face I've never seen.
But Daddy tells me, that's not the way Mommy would want it to be.
Now my Mommy is not here to tuck me in at night, and I miss the hugs and kisses she would always give me on sight.
Not a night goes by that I don't tell her I love her as I hold my Daddy tight.
And dream of my Mother, now an Angel who fought the good yet endless fight
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OfficerName: Amy Lynn Donovan
City: Austin Police Dept, Austin, TX
End of Watch: 31 October 2004
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