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                         Poems from Transplanted Patients           (Poems for Organ Donors Below)

       MY DONOR FAMILY                                             IF NOT FOR YOU                                   A NEW LIFE

 I received a gift back in ’02
It came from someone I never knew.
It came with no card, ribbon or bows
But sent to me that’s all I know.

It didn’t arrive in a box or sack
And is a gift one would never send back.

The gift in size is rather small
Compared to its power to conquer all.

You’ll never hold this gift in your hand
It’s given to people throughout the land…

This beautiful gift has set me free
What a precious gift and given to me.

This gift was given out of selfless love
And delivered to me with help from above.

These gifts are so priceless, valuable and few
When you know of this gift, you will agree too.

With this gift I can hold my head high
To dream the impossible and reach for the sky.

This gift has taught me to scream and shout
Now let me tell you what this gift is about.

This gift will not be taken in strife
The gift I speak of is that of life.

The gift of life handed me a key
It opened doors and set me free.

Organs aren’t needed at your final destination
Leave them on Earth without hesitation.

Every human will someday be called to come home
Your organs may stay and continue to roam.

No need for organs in the heavens above
Leave them on Earth for others to live & love

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If not for you       

There would not be me
That gift of life
You gave to me
 
There were tears of joy.
There were tears of sorrow.
You gave me hope,
for a brighter tomorrow.
 
I wiped away the tears
Tried not to cry
Knew some would live
And others die.
 
The only way
I could understand
Was to realise
Was part of god’s plan.
 
If not for you
What would I do?
God chose someone
He sent you.
 
Now a part of you
In me has thrived
Thanks to you donor,
I have survived.
 
And with each new day,
This thought comes through
I would not be alive,
      If not for you. 
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There was a time not long ago,

When It seemed the end was very near
A time when perhaps I soon would find
What lay in store for those like me.
 
And when I considered that someone I had never met,
Had died so that I may live,
I thought of a certain Easter morning,
When a stone was rolled back,
And the world saw that after even the darkest hours,
There always comes the golden dawn of a wonderful life ahead.
 
There was something inside that told me,
There was nothing that I need fear,
That with faith and hope in this heart of mine,
A new tomorrow would wait for me.
 
And now that tomorrow is here,
Casting aside the mists and doubts of uncertainty,
Bringing instead the brightness and vision,
That comes with a simple and thankful heart.
 
And now in the quiet of each evening there comes a moment,
When my thoughts turn to a place far beyond the moon and the stars,
The moment when I have no need to speak in mortal words,
The moment when I know that my simple “Thank You” here on earth,
Has been heard by both God himself,
And the unknown friend who gave me the chance to live my life once more.  
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                      THANK YOU                         Your Poems

An Incredibly astounding gift,
Priceless beyond worth.
The power to see the beauty
And the loveliness of earth.
 
To see the sunset in the west.
Be aware of each new dawn.
Perceive the radiance of a flower.
Witness a child new born.   
 
To know the rapture and the wonder
Of recognising cherished faces.
The love reflected in their eyes,
No other sense replaces.
 
To thrill to a baby’s first smile,
A delight beyond mere measure,
And with this most amazing gift,
To grant those we love more pleasure.
 
Behold the beauty of the rose,
A bird with fluttering wings,
Comprehend earth’s awesome treasures
All of life’s magic things.
 
To read a book or paint a flower,
Sculpt with marble, wood or stone,
Compose songs, orchestrate the music,
Create a special poem.
 
More than diamonds, rubies,
Emerald,  gold or jade,
Is this fantastic favour,
The miracle of sight you gave.
 
To have the freedom just to walk,
And never blindly fall,
A privilege greater than money and wealth,
The greatest gift of all.
 
The exhilaration and the marvel,
Of being able just to see,
Words could never thank you half enough
For the riches you’ve given to me.
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i want to be remembered
                               

              Poems from Organ Donor

 

          Remember Me (1)                                       

The day will come when my body will lie       upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital; busily occupied with the living and the dying.
 At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.
When that happens, do not attempt to instil artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don’t call this my deathbed. Let it be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.

Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.

Give my kidneys to the one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.

Take my bones, every muscle, every fibre and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.

Explore every corner of my brain.

Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.

If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weakness and all prejudice against my fellow man.

Give my sins to the devil.

Give my soul to God.

If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.

          Remember Me (2) 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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