John F. McCullagh

(09/28/1954 / Flushing)

5-5-5-5


The call went out
It meant one thing.
Death in the line of duty

Women keen
and Grown men weep
at the loss of youth and beauty.

The empty locker,
The ownerless gear,
silence that is a presence.

Brave Liam lies dead.
The fireman’s friend
Pity the parents their loss

The ownerless toys,
The master less pets,
How to make sense of it all?

Submitted: Friday, February 11, 2011
Edited: Sunday, May 12, 2013

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Prince Liam the brave, was a little NYC boy who had childhood cancer and underwent many years of surgeries and chemotherapy. He was adopted by the men of the firehouse around the corner from where he lived and had a pint sized locker and fireman's uniform. Liam passed away at age 7 after a lifelong battle with Cancer.

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