The "Other" Firefighter
I am the wife and daughter of a firefighter
An honor I hold dear.
But every time they get a call
My body fills with fear.
They don't respond to a call alone,
I am always there.
Hoping and praying they take their time
And work with utmost care.
I don't roll hose or run a truck,
I do sit home and pray.
I pray they put the fire out,
And God shows them the way.
It scares me to think what could have been,
Or what the next may be.
But every time the pager sounds
I thank God for Dad and Mikey.
I want them to know as they go out the door,
They'll never be alone.
There is not a wife, daughter, sister or mother,
Who will rest until they're home.
I am the wife and daughter of a firefighter,
Who joins them on their ride.
And every time they get a call,
My body fills with pride.
Tracey Hilliard
March 15, 1995