A
Firefighters Gloves hold many things
From elderly arms to a kids broken
swing
From the hands they shake and the backs they pat
To the tiny claw
marks of another treed cat
At
2 am they are filled with chrome
From the DWI who was on her way home
And
the equipment they use to roll back the dash
From a family of six she
involved in the crash
The
brush rakes in spring wear the palms out
When the wind does a "90" to fill
them with doubt
The thumb of the glove wipes the sweat from the brow
Of
the face of a firefighter who mutters "What now"
They
hold inch and a halves flowing one twenty five
So the ones going in, come
back out alive
When the regulator goes; then there isn't to much,
But the
bypass valve they eagerly clutch
The
rescue equipment, the ropes, the C-collars;
The lives that they save never
measured in dollars
Are the obvious things Firefighters Gloves hold
Or, so
that is what I've been told
But
there are other things Firefighters Gloves touch
Those are the things we all
need so much
They
hold back the rage on that 3 am call
They hold in the fear when your lost in
a hall
They hold back the pity, agony, sorrow
They hold in he desire to
"Do it tomorrow"
A
gloves just a glove till it's on firefighters
Who work all day long just to
an all-nighter
And into the fire they charge without fear
At the sound of
a "Help" they think that they hear
When
firefighters hands go into the glove
It's a firefighter who always fills it
with love
Sometimes the sorrow is too much to bear
And it seeps the glove
and burns deep "in there"
Off
comes the gloves when the call is all done
And into the pocket until the next
run
The hands become lonely and cold for a bit
And shake just a little
thinking of it
And
they sit there so red eyed with their gloves in their coats
The tears come so
fast that the furniture floats
They're not so brave now; their hands they
can't hide
I guess it just means that they're human
inside
And
though some are paid and others are not
The gloves feel the same when it's
cold or it's hot
To someone you're helping to just get along
When you fill
them with love, you always feel strong
And
so when I go on my final big ride
I hope to have my gloves by my side
To
show to St. Peter at the heavenly gate
Cause everyone knows; firefighters
don't wait
Thanks
God
-- Pat Browne