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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Bravo! Hope it went well, and you got a good tribute poem from the experience!
love the pairing “honor and hope”
Kudos for donating and writing!