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