through your forest of pills
I look on with chills,
watching you navigate life's biggest hills;
The day's ever closer
that you'll need a donor,
far in the future if luck comes with clovers.
I hope I can heal your body,
and be your mending patch.
I hope to be your carbon copy,
so that I can be your match.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC
through your forest of pills
I look on with chills,
watching you navigate life's biggest hills;
The day's ever closer
that you'll need a donor,
far in the future if luck comes with clovers.
I hope I can heal your body,
and be your mending patch.
I hope to be your carbon copy,
so that I can be your match.
I love you, brother mine.
(My brother needs a kidney transplant)
