Fire Wife
The life of a fire wife is an interesting one indeed.
I'm proud to stand by a man who helps those in need.
On call 24/7, fire radio's always on
Morning, noon and night some calls come before dawn.
For each call that he goes on, as he walks out of that door
an "I love you" and a quick kiss, unsure if I'll ever get more.
Each call that comes through is somebody's very bad day
Each call that he goes on "Bring them home safely" I pray
At home alone I wait, listening to the fire radio
"Firefighter down" are the words that I fear so
I ask myself "is it him?" is it the love of my life?
Will he make it home to his son and to me, his wife?
The life a fire wife can be a lonely one
Making plans together and for a lot of them he's gone
Off to fight fires on yet another day
Knowing I need to let him go, but really wanting him to stay.
Sometimes supporting the kids all alone
Mending and tending the seeds that you have sown
Not every woman can live in this life.
It takes a special woman to be a fire wife.
02/20/2020
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