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First Responder

Cry For Help

By Andrew C McDonaldPublished 6 months ago • 1 min read
First Responder
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I hear the baby cry

I see the mother fall

I hear the addict

Screaming from the hall…

….

I hear the roar

I feel the flames sear

My gut clenches

My soul gripped with fear

….

I hear the veteran whisper

I feel his soulful cry

As he holds his pistol in hand

While I beg him NO, Why?!

….

Every blow strikes my center

As the voice pleads in my ear

I feel the pain, the agony

I experience the paralyzing fear

….

Gripping the cradle

Fingers clamped white

As the units in my ear

Respond to end the fight

….

Every cry, each blessing, every visceral blow

Lands first on my ear, my soul, my heart

Before ever the physical help arrives

But I know I have played my part

….

I save lives daily, help where I am able

Laugh with new mothers, Counsel those in need

Send cops, paramedics, or engine of red

Yet my voice is often a whisper in weeds

….

I am the FIRST first responder

I answer the critical call

Listen to the problems

As you pray on deaf ears not to fall

….

(I AM) 9-1-1

What is the location of your emergency?

Ode

About the Creator

Andrew C McDonald

Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.

Never mind. I give up.

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    Written by Andrew C McDonald