My Dad is a fireman and I often wonder what it’s like for my Mom to be married to a fireman and have to worry about him every time he leaves the house. It’s so important to say good-bye every time someone leaves you because you never know if you’ll see them again.

My Angel in Flames

We met under candle light,
dancing across eyes,
a hidden passion burned brightly,
released in each sigh.

We married unknowing,
what our future would hold,
that passion was a mystery,
I had never been told.

My angel in flames,
standing brave and tall,
lived to save others,
whenever the call.

When he was needed,
neither of us would know,
but he would always be ready,
to leave me and go.

He was strong,
in both name and in heart,
his life of protecting,
established at the start.

It brought tears to my eyes,
watching him from the bay,
to take one look back at me,
then start away.

I thought that my angel,
would be sent just for me,
but to watch over all,
was how it must be.

I cradled his life,
with a deep, tender love,
but there comes a time,
when you must release that dove.

One day he left without a kiss,
leaving my heart broken and sore,
I thought he had finally returned,
but it was a priest at my door.

My angel in flames,
I often sit and wonder why,
that one day you left me,
you didn’t say good-bye.

 

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