We're seldom named in poems, though we do have charm and poise,  Firemen never seem to have girls; it's always boys, boys, boys!

Well, my Daddy's a fireman, and I'm proud as I can be,  While my name isn't Tommy or Billy, he loves me 'cause I'm me.

He needs both me and Mommy to remind him of things to do,  Like going to Church on Sunday and emptying the garbage, too.

One day he took me with him to his firehouse downtown,  I sat in the big red engine and pushed the siren down.

At times, I like to fool him; make him believe I'm asleep at night,  He'd whisper: "Nite-nite, little darlin', don't let the bed bugs bite!"

Please don't tell anybody, I once saw my Daddy cry,  He fought a real bad fire and told Mommy he saw someone die.

Why he fights these fires, I guess I'm too young to know,  He's always helping people...and, that's why I love him so, the reason I wrote this poem is to explain the best I can,  Girls, just like boys, can say with pride...MY DADDY'S A FIREMAN!

I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would. I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right. Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece. Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet. I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road, the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say, the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay. I'm lying here dying, Mom. I wish you'd get here soon.

How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon. There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine. I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time. I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think. He was probably at the same party as I The only difference is, he drank and I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife. The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair. I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave, and when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave. Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive. If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared. Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there. I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye. I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?

The table's set, the meal's prepared, our guests will soon arrive.
My husband once more disappears with a hope of keeping a child alive.
While waiting at home again alone, our plans having gone awry.
My first impulse is merely to sit down and cry. But soon again
I realize the importance of my life when I agreed to take on the
duties of being a fireman's wife. While there are many drawbacks,
I'll take them in my stride The gusting winds and raging flames
may be his final fate, But with God's help I can remain my fireman's faithful mate.

When I'm called to duty God wherever flames may rage
give me strength to save a life whatever be its age

Help me to embrace a little child before it is too late
or save an older person from the horror of that fate

Enable me to be alert to hear the weakest shout
and quickly and efficiently to put the fire out

I want to fill my calling and to give the best in me
to guard my neighbour and protect his property

And if according to your will I have to lose my life
bless with your protecting handmy children and
my wife