putting on her black pants and tying her steel toed boots.
As she throws on her gray work shirt
her paramedic patch shines with security.
She braids her dirty blonde hair with swift yet gentle hands.
She says her goodbyes and leaves for work,
as she walks out, I wonder who will she save next?
She comes home tired and hungry,
yet she still sits down to ask her children about their day.
As we tell our stories, her eyes droop, but she litstens.
She tells us about her day next; she saved a man and delivered a baby.
To protect us she wont talk about her bad days.
Every day I wonder who will she save next.
In twelve hours, she lost one patient, but saved many more.
Every day she goes onto the buys streets risking life for others.
She saves her money to send her children to college.
She saves her money to buy food for her and her children.
She works long twelve-hour shifts to provide for her family.
But still, every day I wonder who will she save next.