During the recent fires, this poem was sent to me.
I do not know who wrote it, but it truly hit home.
The number of times we have been about to go out, or do something and the pager goes and he is gone. Also the few occasions when I thought I had lost him…
I would love to know if there are other MoM members who either volunteer themselves, or are partners of volunteers.
The table’s set
The meal’s prepared
Our guests will soon arrive.
My husband once more disappears
To keep someone alive
While waiting home
and all alone
Our plans have gone awry.
My first response
as often is
to sit right down and cry.
But soon again I realise
the importance of my life,
When I took on the duties
of being a fireman’s wife.
While there may be drawbacks
I’ll take them in my stride
knowing “My Daddy saved a life today”
our children can say with pride
The gusting winds and raging flames
may be his final fate
But with God’s help I can remain
my fireman’s faithful mate.
Posted by katelt, 6th November 2013