'On Call'

[Mr. D.]

Deleted per request of author of poem.

[EastKyFF]

Well, since we're without a poem, somebody write one!

[Mr. D.]

Ok she has given permission again and said she won't change her mind.

My wife dabbles in poetry from time to time. I got back from a call this afternoon and this was waiting for me.
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The pager starts beeping
and my heart stops beating
I hold my breath and listen
Your station is called
you scramble to get dressed and run out the door
I hear you call "I Love You" as you take off
I hear the siren fading and I begin to pray
that you arrive safetly on the scene
that the fire is put out quickly
that no one is hurt
most of all I pray that it wasnt my last chance to kiss you goodbye

I dont dare turn on the news
in my mind the fire remains small
I watch the clock and sigh
play with the kids
fold the landry
anything to stay busy
why didn't I kiss you goodbye?

the phone is ringing
I offer a shakey hello
youre on your way home
everything is fine
I can finally breathe
I hear you pulling into the drive
I cant wait to give you a kiss

[BurninLuv]

thats really good

[Mr. D.]

thats really good

thanks.


Words from a supportive, yet worry-some wife.