The Gift
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A Poem by Gil Gonzales, Stanford Blood Center Donor
The greatest of gifts that costs nothing to give
A gift of hope that offers a family a sense of relief
Just a little of your time, so that another may live
A minor inconvenience that spares others major grief
Offering the gift of life from one’s own veins
For even the poorest of us can give this priceless gift
When all seems lost a gift of a future, where hope reigns
Where those emotionally down, are given a spiritual lift
One’s donation of a little blood, is to another a gift of life
The precious fluid of one, can be another’s only chance
Offering a glimmer of hope where once despair was rife
Allowing someone a chance, for their healing to advance
Blood is like a river of life, that flows within us one and all
And while most of us have the ability to give, still so few do
Donors are often sought, sadly few care to answer the call
The apathy of so many is a fact of life, unfortunately sad but true
I am proud to be a donor, it’s not too much to endure
Two hours once a month is a gift I willingly share
For any donation is a gift of hope, but not a magic cure
It means so much to families to know that others care
The feeling I get, knowing my gift meant so much to a family
A warmth derived from having helped save the life of another
Even though I’ll never know who, that’s fine with me
Hopefully a family will be blessed with a loved one’s recovery
To return a loved one to a family, is a feeling beyond compare
Be it a child or an adult, no greater feeling can one derive
For when we give blood, it is life itself that we share
What nobler cause can there be, but to help keep another alive
The veins in our bodies, like the veins in a mine
Can be harvested to save lives one drop at a time