A Life in the Day

What did I eat for breakfast?

Did I kiss the wife and kids?

Silly things to be thinking

At a time like this.

Did I fix that leaky faucet

Like I promised that I would?

As they slept, I whispered I loved them.

I wonder if they heard?

You see, my name is Chris. And I do this everyday.

But this would be the one where I wouldn't walk

away.

As I rushed into the building, a thousand voices cried.

The whole world now is weeping for those of us who

died.

As I held the hand of my friend, my brothers at my

side,

We all knew we were dying but our hearts were filled

with pride.

I watch over you from heaven now,

An angel at your side.

I heard them call us heroes, but we're only men

And it's our choice to do this, time and time again.

We don't do this for the glory, for banners or parades.

we do it because we're firefighters, 24 hours a day.

So if it's heroes that you're looking for,

You're looking the wrong way.

Just watch the ones we've left behind

Trying to make it through each day.

Goodbye, my name is Chris

Written by

Bettina Franciosi

In honor and memory

of Fireman Chris Blackwell

who lost his life September 11, 2001

at the World Trade Center.

"This poem goes out to all the families

who are living every day in tribute to those they have lost."

Bettina Franciosi