A Firefighter One Might See

A little girl I stand, awakened early morning hour. The sound of shuffles preparing, for coffee one will scour. Muffled voice all too familiar, for only one it could be. Dads words saying, “I Love You”, In the next morning I will see. Pulling out of the drive-way, swiftness to the curtains I will peek. Thinking about the big firetruck, heartbroken without me, fire he will seek. Chin up my duty calls me, I drag the hose from tree to tree. Mr. Owl followed by a quarter, responsibility instilled in me. By evenings long awaited dusk, another dinner without dad. We pray with mom at bedside, safe returning to be had. Memories of impromptu visits, our other family at the station. Popcorn, chocolate bars and hugs, dads work, a childs’ vacation. Fond memories growing up, of all the family time we spent. Cabin, lake and camping, Flashlight tag to no relent. No matter our scheduled travels, no hesitations to stop and help. Morally guided passion, his genuine attributes not found on yelp. Uncompensated care given, unescaped these childs’ eyes, not to be unseen. My future I learn to follow, entirely he cares for every human being. Waves of fear come and go, a firefighter I’m reminded. Hearing tragic unfortunate news, unsightly loss, for I am blinded. Thirty-seven this year his daughter, any trouble called upon he’s sure to be. A guardian angel on my horizon, A firefighter one might see.