A Transplanted Life
Her fragile skin so very soft
disease has not yet stolen.
What too has robbed her insides
her strength's have interwoven.
Her character is the roadmap
that's become her body's canvas.
Interlacing each stitch with memories
new Life would be her solace.
Waiting for anew toiled on the old
violated with this disease.
Enduring the pain,courageous to her core
don't Leave us begged our plea's.
Knocking on deaths door she'll not survive
yet return she did from the brink.
Kept her vision alive the Long road home
thank god she did'nt pass when we blinked.
Biding her time she speaks from the heart
her Life Light shines devine.
Her disarming smile is her alluring trait
comfort knowing her disease will not thrive.
The Lifeboat she rides in at times spring's a Leak
where she'll certainly stumble and fall.
Closing one door and opening yet another
healing gracefully she Leaves us in awe.
Her eye's are alight, gone the sources of angst
she'd suffered in amazing grace.
She till's her garden of healing with Love
in god's plan her new Life we'd embrace.
I wrote this piece to honor my very good friend Sheila who recieved a new liver. When
she finally got a match 4 years into her illness, she was so deathly ill that when the liver
showed up the surgeons at the U of M had only given her a 1% chance of survival. It's
been about 1 1/2 years and she does have some residual effects that will stay with her for
her lifetime, so i've taken on the job of caring for her daily so her husband can finally go
back to work. Can't ask for a better job, pay is good and I love her company.
Copyright © Christine Wessels | Year Posted 2007
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