Kidney
Perfect match, doctors said. Never even met us.
Shot me up to make me sleep, but I got tricks and didn’t. Another trick I took my ugly, scared, sad, and squeezed up tight. They cut it out.
Now Momma, she don’t know little brother. Daddy don’t know him neither. Brother, he was sweet, brave, pretty. Hunted with Daddy, fished with Daddy, sat on Momma’s lap at Sunday supper.
Now little brother’s scrambled up like eggs. Can’t hunt can’t fish can’t sit. Daddy’s mad at doctors. Momma’s mad at God.
But I ain’t mad. Ain’t scrambled up. Me I’m feeling fine.
Photo Credit: Ken Schwarz
Absolutely love the speaker’s unique voice. This story is inspiring in so many ways. Thank you, Lindsey.