When life is waning
And precious blood is draining
A transfusion is call upon
Before you go to the beyond
Labeled with A, B, AB, or Os
The generous giver is undisclosed
When the lights turn on
The fear of dying is gone
To whom; you don’t know who
You can thank for a healthy hue…
He or she is your brother or sister
They have saved you from disaster
From branches of history and continents
We are all made of the same ingredients
You recover with grateful appreciation
To the faceless vein that made a donation
1/26/08
Theresa Ann Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-transfusion/
