The Firefighter's Wife
A special kind of woman; a cut above the rest,
That's A FIREFIGHTER'S WIFE, rating her among the best.
How many goodbyes are shouted, without a fond embrace,
As duty steals her man, for the danger he must face.
How many meals are ruined - or, tender moments disturbed,
By the wail of a distant signal, sparking loyalty unswerved.
It's a devil of a job, for an angel like this,
Who...for the love of her man, must forsake that kiss.
She can run a garden tractor; even paint a room in need,
How she can stretch a dollar is a miracle indeed.
She's mother, lover, chauffeur and nurse,
A living symbol of: "for better or for worse."
Rich is the man, reaping his rewards in life,
Who chose to be the other half of A FIREFIGHTER'S WIFE.
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