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for othello from aunt mandy
You held on when it was tough
You laughed and you smiled to show
that it would be ok.
You fought and fought to keep yourself alive
But when your body was giving up,
your mind fought to go on.
You played and you giggled
to show you were happy.
You didn't let the pain bring you down.
You showed the love that you felt inside
and you gave that love right back.
Being the little guy that you are
is so amazing.
You are my superman.
You ARE Superman.
Here is a letter Othello received! We feel so great that we are able to convince people that Organ Donation does WORK!!
Othello:
Hello there... I have been deeply touched by the story of your life so
far... you see my little girl (Chloe) was born on June 21, 2002, so you guys
are practically the same age. Chloe has an older brother also. I bet you
keep your brother on your toes just like Chloe does. I will continue to
think about you and pray for you. Congratulations on your transplant. You
must be one strong little boy! Your mommy and daddy must be very proud of
you, as your story has definitely sold me on the idea of orgran transplants.
Cindy Coffey
Tiny Champions (for Othello)
by David W. Stroud
As we're growing up, we're taught to be brave,
Keep our chin up
And be strong.
We've got years to build all those muscles and bones,
Plenty of time to be young.
But this is for those who don't get to wait,
Tiny champions, warriors, princes and saints.
Most get to play with all kinds of toys,
Fun games and big
Bouncing balls.
Yet for some all they know are needles and tubes,
Stretching within
Hospital walls.
So this is for those who don't get to wait,
Tiny champions, warriors, princes and saints.
So next time you're running and breathing fresh air,
Take just a moment,
And give
A prayer for the little ones born to this world
Who fight for a chance
Just to live.
'Cause this is for those who don't get to wait,
Tiny champions, warriors, princes and saints
From Tiffany for Othello
Oh Othello where do I start
you came into this world and touched my heart.
your sweet little smile
your beautiful face
thoughts of you will never be erased.
your will to live amazes me
such a strong little spirit that I can see
your such an unique child and have so much to give
your only request, is that you want to live
I pray to God to make you alright
I beg him again night after night
Othello, Othello you have so much to do
with mommy and daddy
and Sebastian too
swimming and playing
lots of laughing and fun
taking a walk with mommy when the day is almost done
So hold on little man
I know that you can
your a true survivor
and Im one of your biggest fans.
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From Mommy
Before:
Hands cupping
soft face
innocent eyes
question the pain
mommy, what is this hurt?
intravenously sustained
mello yellow
playfully oblivious
too young to understand
death comes fast
Months pass
anxiously await
life
in
sterile surrounds
Prison:
Day after day
in a supposed
sterile
prison
white walls
fresh linen
random wardens
awaiting release
little prisoner
unjustly sentenced
to a life
of wait and see
After:
Long unfriendly halls
Now inviting
Five months
after formal introduction
enter three
leave minus one
retreating down
empty corridor
fifteen hours
living unaware
under the knife
death
rebirth
care intensive
swollen
more tubes
machinary
life
recover
within sterile confines
unleashed
new begin
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