Unknown Friend

With the love of friends and family, she overcame this once before.
New hurdles here to leap with me, she’ll overcome these too I’m sure.

We find she needs something today that we simply could not lend.
So with this we seek support from an unrelated and as yet unknown friend.

Help beyond the many products of blood already gratefully received,
This new friend’s very bone marrow’s required, if she’s to be relieved.

A brief blood test could be the start of a whole new lease of life,
Should end times of tribulation for the inspiration that is my wife.

Her donor could be short or tall, rich or poor it’s all the same to us,
Only speak in the Queen’s English, or in de patois of Jamaica cuss,

Rabbit in the rhyming slang of cockney, or 'Gan on' in the Geordie vernacular.
We don’t care where they have travelled from, no distance is too far.
 

Their form need not be perfect, like the David of Michelangelo,
For in donated marrow, no minor bodily defect shall ever show.

They could have themselves a PhD or not even know how to spell.
Use of deodorant is unimportant, as no stem cell will ever smell!

To them the risks are minimal the possible benefits immense,
The opportunity to positively change the world in a truly tangible sense.

This friend’s act is so amazing, they are a life saver it’s true.
But the thing that’s most amazing, is that this friend just might be you.
 

Mark Thompson February 2006

 

'Unknown friend' is a poem written by me, Sarah's husband, dedicated to all the people who have joined the bone marrow register.

Join now, and you could find a match for life!