Cat O' Nine Lives

Your tears of sorrow are seeds of my hope,

Your death, my life,

It is your terrible loss, yet it is a gift to me.

Through your darkness, shines my future,

I am neither a butcher nor a vulture,

I am a mother, looking for a suitor.

I feel your pain, your lamentation,

Of a wound that may never heal.

But I have to accomplish my mission,

Words unspoken and emotions frozen,

I kneel before you, in supplication,

Seeking the kidney of your only son,

Before his cremation.

Your heart is beyond repair, broken,

Yet, you make a donation,

Without a hint of hesitation.

Saving my son, indeed his reincarnation,

It is a good omen, now our lives are interwoven.

Today, I understood a lesson,

That we humans have the competence,

To gift a life to as many as nine humans,

And cure many a man’s deterioration,

Through twenty five different tissues and organs,

Organ donation, the reason for my celebration.

Esteemed proverbial cat,

You are not the only one with nine lives,

For I have pledged my organs,

That my soul will not need in heaven.

My death, your life,

Amen, our lives are indeed interwoven.