From a Firefighter to his wife.......The fireman’s hero

The fireman’s hero
Sits at home alone,
Waiting for her hero to come home.
Her hero is always gone,
With worry and prayer .
She holds an empty bed at night,
She sits alone by an empty seat.
As she claps and cheers,
For their kids at a school auditorium,
each and every year.
She bakes the cakes filled with candles,
As she watches them burn and blow out,
Alone.
As holidays come and go,
She has no hand to hold,
No arms to hold her tight.
Delivering for him miracles of life,
She sacrifices for him,
Teaching, feeding, grooming, and living.
For his miracles, alone.
Putting her dreams, career, and hopes aside,
As she lives a different life, she did not plan,
She stands strong by his side.
I am no hero,
Without my hero.