A blazing fire, raged out of control,
The smell of home turning to ash,
Crying families,
Pointing fingers,
One person still trapped inside,
A mother calls out for her child,
A man in red, clothed in courage,
Appearing from the flames, child in his arms,
Saving yet another life,
This is not me
The woman beside starts to cry,
Narrating the horrific events that aspired,
A drunken husband,
A frightening bout,
The edge of a bridge, wanting to end it all,
Asking the watery deep below to set her free,
The man beside smiles,
Assures that everything will be alright,
Saving yet another life,
This is not me
A bare white corridor adorned with doors,
An unconscious father, pushed on a stretcher,
Two sons,
One daughter,
Mother’s embrace, an attempt to comfort,
Trying to hide the tears she feels inside,
A man in white working hastily, before it is too late,
Walking into the waiting room, face arrayed with a smile,
Saving yet another life,
This is not me
A far off land, abound with famine,
Hungry eyes, not more than four years old,
Ragged clothes,
Skinny arms,
Mother embraces her only child,
Wondering if he will live to five,
Men and women on top of a truck,
Unloading packages, feeding a mother’s treasured child,
Saving yet another life,
This is not me
Day by day, she goes to work,
Coming home only to clean and comfort,
A roof over our heads,
Food on the table,
Thanking for her concern the only way a child knows how,
A warm embrace, wrapping appreciative arms around her,
Saving yet another life,
This is me
Copyright 2008 Andreas Renberg
