Christy
02-26-2003, 09:07 AM
On Monday my family received a letter stating who my mother's corneas went to. One went to a 54-year old woman and a 83-year old man, both suffering from cornea disease.
Here is the poem the enclosed ... written by a women who received a cornea transplant.
Thank You by Carole Bergman
cornea transplant recipient
Long Island, New York
An incredibly astounding gift,
Priceless beyond worth.
The power to see the beauty
And the lovelines on Earth.
To see the sun set in the west.
Be aware of each new dawn.
Perceive the radiance of a flower.
Witness a child new born.
To know the rapture and the wonder
Of recognizing cherished faces.
The love reflected in their eyes,
No other sense replaces.
To thrill to a baby's first smile,
A delight beyond mere measure.
And with this most amazing gift,
To grant those we love more pleasure.
Behold the beauty of the Rose.
A bird with fluttering wings,
Comprehend Earth's awesome treasures,
All of life's magic things.
To read a book or paint a flower,
Sculpt with marble, wood or stone.
Compose songs, orchestrate the music,
Create a special poem.
More than diamonds, rubies,
Emeralds, gold or jade,
Is this fantastic favor,
The miracle of sight you gave.
To have the freedom just to walk
And never blindly fall.
A privilege greater than moneyed wealth,
The greatest gift of all.
The exhiliration and the marvel,
Of being able just to see.
Words could never thank you half enough
For the riches you've given me.
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Here is the poem the enclosed ... written by a women who received a cornea transplant.
Thank You by Carole Bergman
cornea transplant recipient
Long Island, New York
An incredibly astounding gift,
Priceless beyond worth.
The power to see the beauty
And the lovelines on Earth.
To see the sun set in the west.
Be aware of each new dawn.
Perceive the radiance of a flower.
Witness a child new born.
To know the rapture and the wonder
Of recognizing cherished faces.
The love reflected in their eyes,
No other sense replaces.
To thrill to a baby's first smile,
A delight beyond mere measure.
And with this most amazing gift,
To grant those we love more pleasure.
Behold the beauty of the Rose.
A bird with fluttering wings,
Comprehend Earth's awesome treasures,
All of life's magic things.
To read a book or paint a flower,
Sculpt with marble, wood or stone.
Compose songs, orchestrate the music,
Create a special poem.
More than diamonds, rubies,
Emeralds, gold or jade,
Is this fantastic favor,
The miracle of sight you gave.
To have the freedom just to walk
And never blindly fall.
A privilege greater than moneyed wealth,
The greatest gift of all.
The exhiliration and the marvel,
Of being able just to see.
Words could never thank you half enough
For the riches you've given me.
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