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?
Still
fill my heart with terror
Fire
is a living thing
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