A firefighter's child

My daddy is a fireman, The best I’m told

But how I hated all those nights, The fire bell did toll.

I remember being wakened, To hear the car pull out the drive

That is when I’d pray “dear god, Bring daddy back alive”

I hated feeling guilty, For not wanting him to go

But never could I bear to hear, “Daddy’s never coming home”

I’d tell myself it’s okay…, It will be all right

Then lie awake ‘til he returned, Sometimes not ‘til morning’s light

But when I found him safe again, Oh so proud I’d be

And when someone would note his work, I’d say yep, that’s MY Daddy

Written by

Renee mesogianes.