I AM HERE……….

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Constable 6554 Dave Phillips wasn’t just a Police Officer, he wasn’t just a great guy, our workmate, our colleague and friend…..

………because first and foremost he was also a devoted husband, superhero daddy, brother and son.  The heartbreaking loss of Dave has devastated everyone who knew him, this dedicated, kind, deep voiced, gentle man who was killed whilst doing his duty.

Two little girls have been left without their ‘superdaddy’ and a beautiful wife without her soulmate.  In an instant their lives have been tragically changed forever.

This is for Jen, Abigail and Sophie, I am humbled by your quiet dignity and courage.  For Dave, it was an honour to have known you.  Rest easy big man.

I Am Here

From the gentle breeze that kisses your face,
To the tender touch of your hair,
This is me my beautiful brave lady,
Your very own ‘Poo Bear’.

From the Daddy tickles and super hugs,
To the warmth you feel in your heart,
This is me my beautiful brave girls,
We will never be apart

From the silent whisper you hear in the dark,
To the memories we made together,
This is me my beautiful brave ones,
Our love lives on forever

From the darkest nights with twinkling stars,
To the early morning sun,
This is me my beautiful brave girls,
I am here, I have not gone.

I am the breeze, I am the sun,
I am that twinkling star,
This is me, a gift in nature,
I haven’t gone that far

I will be the dancing moonbeam,
Or the butterfly you see,
I will find a way of showing you,
I’m here, that this is me

From sadness will come laughter,
As you remember me with pride,
I will be your happy memory,
I will never leave your side.

So from the gentle breeze that kisses your face,
To the tender touch of your hair,
This is me my beautiful brave girls,
Your very own ‘Poo Bear’.

~o~

Gina Kirkham (c) 2015

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6 thoughts on “I AM HERE……….

  1. Nick Farmer says:

    Well said Gina.

  2. Nick Farmer says:

    My own offering courtesy of Rupert Brooke because there are some of us that do STILL care – have been there and luckily survived.

    The Soldier

    IF I should die, think only this of me:
    That there’s some corner of a foreign field
    That is forever England. There shall be
    In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
    A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
    Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
    A body of England’s, breathing English air,
    Washed by the rivers, blest by the suns of home.
    And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
    A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
    Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
    Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
    And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
    In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

  3. Angie Wren says:

    How Beautiful 🙏🏼

    Sent from my iPad

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  4. JeanBevan says:

    Beautiful words

  5. Janet Easton says:

    Just read your poem brought me to tears, beautiful. My youngest sister has just lost her husband may I share this with her. Thank you even if you say no such a beautiful poem. Xx

    • ginakirkham says:

      Gosh, of course Janet. Please give my love and know that I’m thinking of you both, it must be so hard for you too, to see your sister hurting. I had a lovely saying from when my mum was poorly and she told me that there is so much to still treasure in life, even after you have lost someone you dearly love.
      It was ‘Smile, open your eyes, love and go on..’. It’s taken from an old poem, and I think she was preparing me for losing her. I say that to myself often. Much love to you and your sister, Gina x

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