My rosy glow, my beating heart, the strength in every limb - all this I am thankful for is nurtured with my blood.
I sense my blood transporting joy around my body along with the oxygen and nutrients.
In the tube the blood is as bright as any field-born poppy.
That we are friends, that we have the instinct to nurture and protect one another, it makes us blood in a different way. We are family.
My blood travels through the perspex tube as a red hero, destined to save, to fill a heart as fully as God intended.
When the virus came my blood was vaccinated, it was battle-ready, my ever strong inner-soldier.
If you ever need blood, we can share a pint or two. That's what mates do for one another.
My blood is as sweet as tree sap, and if that makes me sappy, so be it.