(Those of you who know me on VN already know of my greatest
gift, as I have written of it many times, but Roy’s title has inspired
me to write of it once more…)
When we are born into this world
A first breath drawn, and life unfurled
Those first steps lead us to a path
We learn to love, to play, to laugh
Then come the years, will fate unfold?
A prophecy from youth take hold?
The fear of death no longer hid
Will I die young as father did?
But comes a chance to be reborn
A chance to live, no more forlorn
She died but as her final gift
The gift of life my soul would lift!
I’d live beyond my father’s years
Years full of love, and joy, and tears
For when I think of what she gave
So I could live beyond her grave.
She died too young, her life snuffed out
Thought she’d live long, she had no doubt
But fate dealt her a tragic blow
Her life was lost, how could she know?
So, now I carry on the gift
Some days are grand, some days I drift
In all these years I’ve stayed alive
Her Gift of Life helped me survive!
* Amy Locicero was shot in a commuter train shooting in New York,
and her loving family donated her organs according to her wishes.
On December 13, 1993 I received a perfectly matched
kidney. Almost 25 years later it is still working perfectly.