A Fireman’s Mom

 

My son begins and ends his day

Like every other son

Except as a fire fighter

His day is never done

 

The volunteer has no “shift”

He’s on twenty-four hour call

Never knowing exactly when

The tones are going to fall

 

He’s up and dressed, still half-asleep

Now heading for his gear

Each time I hear that backdoor slam

My heart is filled with fear

 

Is it a fire in someone’s home?

A car wreck down the block?

A medical emergency?

With life counting down the clock?

 

Or is it just a false alarm

Someone’s human error?

All these calls, you must believe

Still fill my heart with terror

 

Fire is a living thing

Is breathes a chilling breath

And reaches out so hot and mean

To cause untimely death

 

Yes, my sons a fireman

His life is always on the line

But I know he loves his job

And I pray he will be fine

 

 

                                     - Unknown Author

 

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