What do you call that person, the one you owe your life?
What do you call that friend that helped you in your strife?
Who is that you call for, when dearh is knocking at your door?
Who is it you pray for, when your knees fall to the floor?
In life we have those few, woh we count on without fear.
They stand beside you endlessly, and help you shed your tear.
They help face the demons that come for us at night.
They boldly stand beside us, beside us they stand to fight.
When they fall, we are there, to fight along their side,
And when they fear, we are there, to give a place to hide.
Through all time, back and fourth, never keeping count,
We stand, beside eachother, wherever trouble may mount,
It is this special bond, that leads one to give his life,
So that the other one, can return safely to his wife.
It is this relationship, and the reasons so few can see,
That every other firefighter, known or unknown to me,
Will be called my Brother, and their Brother I will be.
--Author Unknown
A FIREMAN'S MOM is in a class of her own,
Like an angel from heaven, like a queen on a throne.
Her heart and spirit as large as a mountain,
With a smile that sparkles like a sun-splashed fountain.
She's put up with me since the first sound I'd spoken,
Even to this day ~ that's a feat seldom broken!
While she's fully aware of the danger I face,
She rarely shows it ~ not even a trace.
But deep within ~ her thoughts are more prayerful,
"Lord, watch over my child ~ OH please ~ be careful."
A beautiful lady with her charm and appeal,
Never missing a birthday or my favorite meal.
Like a rare-cut diamond; a priceless breed,
Always ready to help any person in need.
Not mentioned enough, like a prayer or a psalm,
"You're loved more than ever," my FIREMAN'S MOM.
MY DAD'S A FIREMAN!, and proud am I, indeed
for he is someone special, whose wisdom I still need,
Dad and I are buddies and, to me, that means a lot,
A bond to last forever, with love that forms th knot.
He took me to parades, when other kids stayed home,
And he taught me how to play baseball, on a field without a dome.
He showed me how to fix things, even let me use his tools,
What I learned from Dad- They don't teach in schools.
The examples that he set, I follow everyday,
Placing God and Country first, In showing me the way.
Precious are those years, now tucked away with time,
Tenderly remembered: I, as the leaf- He, as the vine.
Dad, hear me as I say- "I love you." man-to-man,
And, I'm proud to tell the whole world, MY DAD'S A FIREMAN!
--Author Unknown
