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