Below is a poem that was read in
Massachusetts during the memorial service.
"May they not be forgotton"
Brother when you weep for me
Remember that it was meant to be
lay me down and when you leave,
Remember I'll be at your sleeve
In every dark and choking hall,
I'll be there as you slowly crawl
On every roof in driving snow,
I'll hold your coat and you will know
in cellars hot with searing heat
At windows where a gate you meet
In closets where young children hide
You know I'll be there at your side.
The house from which I now respond
Is overstaffed with heroes gone.
Men who answered one last bell
Did the job and did it well.
As firemem, we understand
That death's a card dealt in our hand
A card we hope we never play,
But one we hold there anyway.
That card is something we ignore,
As we crawl across a weakened floor.
For we know that we're the only prayer
For anyone that might be there.
So remember,as you wipe away your tears,
The joy I knew throughout the years.
As I did the job I loved to do,
I pray that thought will see you through..
Contributing:Shelia Jackson
The above poem was sent to me by a
wonderful friend...Thanks so much Pop!!
The above image was taken the first night of this
horrible fire, and was sent to me by
HD rider..thanks HD..
