Retrieval of Death for Life
Through sleepless nights and thunderous stress a loved one has departed this traumatic earth we hear the phone, and board our bus, through streams of traffic, there is no rush.
From a rude awakening that we all endure we soon come to terms that this is no cure. We learn our plan as we travel to work each organ we take, is life and hurt.
Though feelings and sadness keep lingering inside we face our task and then we sigh
we start to work, gathering pace
working for goals, working to save.
We sense the anxiety and sadness within the room, we feel this so often, we must be immune.
But the pain is equal, and shared by all,
there is no cure, a fix, or stall.
Superficially there is no grace
we move at speed, we cover the face
we need no distractions, but communicate well we all get frustrated, we all suffer hell.
As the job closes, we all feel so drained
a human life gone, but many live’s saved.
We supplement our energies with dignity and tears, we cry to ourselves, we have done for years. We also are humans, with real feelings too,
We head back home, thinking of you.
Eventually we sleep, exhausted and worked,
we honoured the dead with life in return.
What greater gift than a chance to survive,
for a young suffering child, or a planned future bride. A life for your father or mother, or a friend in your heart, a brother or sister may require a heart.
For every life gone we cherish our own,
we work hard for you, so life can go on.
We value your thoughts and share your feelings together we mourn your loss sincerely.
What greater a gift and a privilege to work to save peoples lives is a human job done.
By Paul Sturrock
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- Comment from author about the poem: Poetry is a simple and unique way of expressing my thoughts and feelings. I work as a Nurse (scrub nurse) for the organ retrieval/transplant team and I see life and death on a daily basis. The fact that the general public who may or may not be organ donors are unaware of what we do and the conditions we work in should perhaps develop a glimpse how hard we work to honour the dead and carry their gift for the recipients who have been given a second chance. This poem I wrote expresses what we as an organ retrieval team endure when we work. I hope you take something from my poem. Paul Sturrock
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Comments4
When a person saves a life they are a hero. When you save one thousand lives your called a nurse. Bottom line is, your life takers are branded as heros which is how messed up the human race is.
Amazing truly a great masterpiece!
Thank you
How long does it take for you to write a poem? Because it is simply amazing.
Thank you. It depends how inspired Iam. I wrote this poem in ten mins. Inspiration has to run hight with me 😊
What a touching piece of work 🙂 Well Done!!
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