Her Hero

Like behemoths sunning themselves.
The shiny fire engines
sat before the cavelike doors
that led to their den.

As if pampering the giant beasts.
Firefighters wipe and polish
shining the apparatus.
Awaiting a frantic call for help.

In wide eyed wonder
maybe somewhat apprehensive.
She approached the engine house
clearly in distress.

Watching a crocodile tear
find its way down a rosy cheek.
With a smile the fireman asked.
“Hi can I help you? ”

“It’s Melissa she’s broken.”
She held out a tiny bundle.
To heal a broken friend
Would mend a broken heart.

The fireman with his smile
took the blanket wrapped doll.
With his life saving tools
made Melissa well again.

Handing the well Melissa
to her young guardian.
Her tears disappeared
A smile a hug of thanks.

Now happily on her way
brought a tingle in the heart
of the fireman.
Whose kindness made her day.

(15JUN99)

by Kurt Hearth

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