You were here
when a skillet of grease Caught fire on my stove and
you put it out.
You were across the street at my
neighbor's To quite the anger before it turned
tragic.
You were in the desert of Iraq and in the
Jungle of Vietnam defending my freedom.
You
were in the ambulance and emergency room During my
brother’s heart attack to save his life.
You do
all this my silent hero,
Yet you are the man down
the street who plays Football with his kids everyday
in the yard.
You are the stranger who drives by
my house And always has a smile and wave for
me.
You are the lady who teaches a Sunday school
Class and sings in the choir every
Sunday.
You were that kid who once came
everyday To my house to play with my kids.
My
silent hero I just want to thank you for All the
things you do to make my life
better.
Copyright M. Doris Fuller
2003
This poem is dedicated to my silent hero.
I’m Sure you can see, from my poem, this is not just
One person but the many people who everyday Do a
job to make life better for us all and even
Sometimes face deadly danger in this
process. However they still do these great jobs and
don’t Even stay around for a “Thank you." As you
know 911 brought attention to these Heroes. But they
were brought to my attention By two local
tragedies. So I would especially like to mention the
three Young fireman who lost their lives fighting a
Church fire about thirty miles from my
house. This fire was set by an arson. One of the
fireman's wife gave birth to their first child, a
son, on the day of his funeral. Also the young
policeman who was shot to death On Christmas Eve by
escaped convicts who were Robbing a sporting goods
store. That happened Only about five miles from my
house. And I would like to ask you to pray for the
Military, as our young men and women Face the
danger of war.
