The call comes in,
Pagers go off
Headlights cut
the darkness of early morning
Dressed in
yellow orange bands
around Black boots,
Airpacks,
Red trucks
Lights flashing
sirens crying
They are on their way,
Four arms,
Two minds
thinking
working as one
A silent prayer
keep Him safe,
keep Her safe
The Lord watches
over them again
Soaked to the skin,
Tired to the bone
Once again
on the way Home.
I wrote this for Teresa and Frank
it was just a way for a Mother
to show Her pride
in Her Daughter and Son-In-Law.
Ginny (Mom) ^A^
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