My daughter came to me about a year ago and told me she had written a poem. Knowing she was only 3 yrs old and had just mastered writing her alphabet I knew it would have been a miraculous achievement if she had actually written anything on paper besides the usual smiley faces and scribbled flowers. To my amazement she had not put it on paper; she had made up this poem in her head and had said it so many times to herself she had it memorized.
I wrote it down for her figuring she would forget about it and one day when she is older I could show it to her, you know.…like mothers do. To my surprise once again, she amazed me about a week ago.
On March 13, 2010, West Virginia lost one of our own. My daughter overheard me reading an article from a newpaper's website to my husband a couple days later regarding the continued search for FF Donnie Adkins from Kanawha County.
She came running from her bedroom and said, “Mommy, don’t forget about my Firefighter’s Poem.” Stunned that she might have remembered it, I acted as if I didn’t. She proceeded to recite the poem to me word for word once again. It goes like this:
Firefighters never quit,
They're always on the job.
They help people,
Save people and
Are always there in your time of need.
I know it is short and sweet but it just says it all….
Here is a link to the story I had been reading:
Rest in Peace Dear Brother. FF Donnie Adkins answered his last call on March 13, 2010. May he watch over all of us the way he did his community...
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