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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

So many questions out there.






Chelsea is where she loves to be,

Reading all day in the library.

All the adventures to pursue,

Others’ eyes she can see through.


Journeys she can never make,

Through grasslands, mountains, and lakes.

Knowledge she can obtain,

From Germany, France, and Spain.


Possibilities are immense,

Unfettered by all expense.

Transport to another time and place,

Live a life at her own pace.


How can she not appreciate

What writers give when they create?

She asked walking out the door.

A car then hit her, and she was no more.


Meanwhile, in a hospital bed across the way,

Lay a gaunt, ailing girl named Mae.

Her sickness had become quite severe,

While on a transplant list for a year.


But now a ray of hope has come at last,

News of a donor has come to pass.

Surgery is scheduled within the hour,

Will she trully escape her bower?


Mae just wants to feel alive again,

And dance with her friends like way back when.

Her heart gave out one terrible day

When she took her dog out to run and play.


Medicine and rest ever since,

What once was a smile became a wince.

Loneliness and despair filled her days,

Ambitions that were clear were now a haze.


Mae’s second chance at life has come,

She wonders from whom is her new heart from?

She plans to find out when she wakes,

If she does, at such high stakes.


Operation over, she opens her eyes,

“Success my dear”, her mom says with a sigh.

All she needs now is time to heal,

And time to process what is so surreal.


Discharge day has come and gone,

Mae feels good, both brains and brawn.

Her friends want to take her out to Captain Hooks

But all Mae wants to do is read some books.





Submitted: August 24, 2020

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Mike S.

Transplants are sad, but joyous things, Penny, excellent!

Mon, August 24th, 2020 6:24pm


Thanks Mike!

Mon, August 24th, 2020 4:06pm

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