A Single Phone Call

On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday My life was put on hold Never a choice in bed to stay I must do as I was told. Arrive at eight o’clock on the dot Ready in my assigned chair Whether I wanted to or not No choice, I must be there. The needles were put into my arm The blood began to flow With luck, there would be no harm And come noon, I could go. Then, one day there came a call “Your transplant has arrived” In two places, tears would fall One had died, but I survived. With that single call, I knew From my tether, I’d be free My years of struggle were now thru Transformed, I could again be me. 2/19/2017