Scented roses (a vote for kidney donation)

Ifeanyichukwu

 

so it is that the call filtered in
for a journey of love to make
that which many dread
is taken and given on a platter
so now I make to give

I am of privileged few
who gave their treasure
as ransome so you breathe again
who picked the thorns
so you relish the scented roses

I cut my life by half
that your's be full
I passed the ball
so you score the goal
ascend to victory
and live again

  • Author: Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 8th, 2021 12:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: It is a poem I wrote to commemorate my voluntary donation of my kidney to my younger sister.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • jarcher54

    I can only try to imagine how you must feel about this. You really have no choice but it is immensely brave at the same time. A doctor who transplanted the kidney from a friend of mine to another friend told us this: one life may be shortened by a little so the other is not extinguished altogether. Most people with one kidney live long relatively normal lives. You have my respect and thanks for how you describe these complex emotions and thoughts.

  • orchidee

    A worthy deed, and fine write I.

  • L. B. Mek

    a laudable and exemplary deed championed and immortalised with your very own poignant words:
    'I am of privileged few
    who gave their treasure
    as ransome so you breathe again
    who picked the thorns
    so you relish the scented roses'



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