Last night my almost-nine-year-old, Eli, sent me this poem. He wrote it as a reflection of what he has been experiencing the last few months. I thought it was special that he did this on his own without prompting.
By Eli Citlau
The policeman who goes down in a gunfight,
The firefighter who dies to save a child,
The doctor who gets sick treating others
The soldier who is killed protecting the country’s liberty.
These are the people who pay the price protecting our country but the history books don’t write about them. They protect our life, rights and liberties but are called monsters for what a few do. Is that how we should treat these men and women?
These heroes protect us when we are fragile,
Terrorists, criminals and diseases.
We are truly the most ungrateful people if we call our heroes monsters.
We won’t know how lucky we are until the heroes are gone.
They deserve a hero’s song.
Come from every race,
Men and women,
Rich and poor.
They are the unsung heroes.