THE FIRST TIME
Eyes clamped shut
at 47 minutes,
the metallic taste of
anticoagulants
Behind closed eyes, I visualize
Great nephew Mikah (6),fighting leukemia,
Friend Pat (70),fighting West Nile virus,
And Mom,who donated blood her whole life,
In honor of and hope for them
I set aside my needle phobia
And donate platelets.
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This ‘reallie’ poem Lisa persuades a great deliverance . . . much plasma for thought in but 11 lines . . . thank you for reminding us how much we need each other