Fireman of September 11

by Caz   Oct 12, 2003


The room is dark,
she sits alone,
the images flash on t.v.
The kids are in bed now,
friends have gone home,
and her mommy sleeps in the chair.

It\'s late at night
quiet and still
images flash through her mind.
The day they met
the day they married
the day he took his oath.

Her heart fills with pride,
her tears flow unchecked,
as the images flash on t.v.
Pride collides with sadness and terror
as she waits in the dark
for news about her hero...

her husband,
a fireman lost.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Caz

    but thanx for the comments anyway

  • 20 years ago

    by Caz

    um.........this isn't true. I was just writing about how i would have felt if it had happened