Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

The Weight of Your Vest


I’ve never walked a beat, like you. 

Nor carried the weight of your vest upon my chest.

As you answer the calls,
We could never take.
Solving crises, easing fears.
So that we might rest.
So that we might wake to the sun shining in our windows and,
Breathe in the air of each season.

You are the ones who align us.
Everyday you stand tall, and you fly.
Despite knowing each shift might be your last flight.
Knowing that you carry a burden most could not bear.
Without the recognition you should have.

Yet still, many stand with you.
Whether spoken, or tight lipped. 
We will have your six.

Keep flying.
Keep doing what you do.
We are behind you.

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