This is a poem written for Sue, who has just retired from the police force after over 30 years.

5750 This is the number Sue wore on her shoulders, Over thirty years so that she could feel bolder, Joining the police to enforce law and order, Challenges to meet when thugs just ignored her. Sometimes proud of wearing that number, Sometimes anxious, victims in slumber. 5750 occasionally resented, Forcing her forward when no one …