![]() Losses and GainsA Poem by Chris Shaw![]() My brother would have died at 59. Through organ donation he survived another 3 years. They were so precious to us and we found out after his death that the donated organ came from a 26 year old woman.![]()
I woke to find you on my mind
as through the gable window came, a friendly moon to bathe my face upon a pillows lacy frame. I soaked in all its silver light, so bright but as the minutes flew, thick swollen clouds went swirling by which soon consumed my thoughts of you. Dark moving mass, eclipsed my mood, a great stampede grew in the sky. How sad that we should stand to gain when someone else is doomed to die. A break appeared as clouds rolled back, the black dispersed throughout the night. Once more the smiling, soothing moon would dry my tears and hold me tight. We do not know what fate will bring, nor who will die and who will live, but I remain indebted for the gift a donor chose to give.
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11 Reviews Added on December 22, 2018 Last Updated on December 22, 2018 Author![]() Chris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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