When I take a look at my blog’s stats, I’ve noticed that searches are often prompted by the tag “kidney transplant.” That’s what came to mind when the poetry prompt for April 4th was to write about history.
Those of you who have received a donated organ or who are waiting–I’d be interested in hearing your reactions to this poem. Thank you.
Borrowed Life
Before it hitched a ride
in my left lower abdomen,
my kidney belonged to Paula.
When I asked my friend
if she was sure—
if she really wanted to take
the risk—when I said
“What if someday…”
(You fill in the blank),
she said, “God put me here
for you. Don’t you believe
that He’ll make sure
someone’s there for
me? For my kids?
For whomever needs
a second chance at
destiny? Just
don’t waste a minute, okay?”
