Call Waiting
I'm lying in the darkness,
I cannot fall asleep.
I wonder where my husband
is, I wish he'd call or beep.
I saw him leave thismorning,
the black boots on his feet.
He said he had to run
now, and I know he's on the street.
You'll know him when
you see him, his truck is very loud.
He has no time to stop
now, he doesn't want a crowd.
A caller said, "Please
Hurry!" Come quickly if you will.
A young man with a
motorbike is lying very still.
A mother calls in anguish,
her child limp and blue.
HURRY! Come, I need
you, and I don't know what to do.
I hear his key turning,
he's coming in the door.
I hear him drop his
boots, then footsteps on the floor.
I hear him in the kitchen,
I can tell him from his walk.
He'll soon come and
wake me, and ask if we can talk.
We'll sit out in the
moonkight, and listen to the night.
He talks about a shooting,
a street gang in a fight.
A car crash, a drowning,
a small child hurt at play.
The things he needs
to talk about, the things he did today.
He did all he could
to help them he answered every call
Everyday he has a mission,
he knows it in his heart.
He does everything
he can and always does his part.
If you're sick or injured
and you need to reach my Hon,
I can tell you how
to reach him, his number is....911.
--Author Unknown
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