Chasing flames and saving lives is a firefighters thrill;
And I’ll do this job, the best I can, with the Lords grace and will.
But even though I love the flames, the excitement, and the roar;
There’s someone waiting back home for me, that I love even more.

My best friend, my soul mate, she is the love of my life.
I am so very grateful that she is my wife.
She understands the job I do, but how she hates it so.
I hear her cries, and see her tears, each time I have to go.

As I race to the fire, to battle the beast, I wonder how she is;
And pray to God, to let me return, to feel her tender kiss.
I know she won’t sleep, with her heart filled with strife,
She knows why I must leave her, to go and risk my life.

She would only have to say the word and I would walk away;
And never fight another fire, or keep the beast at bay.
But I know that’s something she’ll never do, she loves the man I am.
She’s proud of me for the lives I save and for my helping hand.

Though someday soon, the Lord may say, this job will take my life;
And I must leave this happiness, of my family and my wife.
Deep down inside I truly doubt that she would change a thing,
As long as we’re together and wearing her fireman’s wedding ring.

–Author Unknown

I posted this poem because I like how it showed the other side and that they do know how we feel and how those of us true wive’s would never truly want them to walk away. If my husband walked away because he felt I couldn’t handle it anymore, I would feel like a failure. I would know that he quit something that he was called to do and that many people’s lives would be the worse for that decision.

I have never cried as he’s left and I never will. I may cry when he gets home and that is ok. Some days the relief of him getting home after a shift that I know was bad is a lot for a woman to bear. We’re hormonal and no matter what I do to fight that I never will be able to. lol