Sense Sonnet - Acher

Endure

My Dad loved his work as a cop,
Serving and protecting us all,
In every farm, home and shop,
Always there when duty would call.
The sirens sounded the alarm.
A tornado was on its way.
Dad was driving back from the farm
To town to be there come what may.
The impact blew out the windshield,
And pulled his squad car through the air,
A mile or more into a field.
Two days later, they found Dad there.

I got married at his bedside.
A few hours later, Dad died.