December 23, 6:55 a.m.
early – almost inappropriate
it will be family or
wrong number. Wrong.
It is the Blood Service
could I donate today – yes
can I come in as early as possible – yes.
On arrival, no waiting, instantly processed – bustle
I ask …
the blood will be screened immediately
then flown to a provincial city.
Three months later
On the noticeboard, centre and proud
pasted on brown butcher’s paper
from a heartland newspaper
chronicling the backstage of drama – logistics.
An urgent need for blood
a young mother, critically ill
an aircraft supplied without charge
express analysis by laboratory staff
strangers all, to the recipient
a happy ending.
Across the bottom scrawled in children’s crayon
‘ thank you for saving our mummy’s life.’