I wrote this poem the weekend after I went to go see my uncle in the hospital in Jacksonville, he was in the process of waiting for a new heart so he could have a heart transplant at the age of 37. My sister and I bought him and angel pin with a golden heart on her dress. After we left he got a call, and he got his heart. When he came out of surgery, they told him that his neices gave him the pin, my grandma said that he started to cry.
