Each time I have turned my computer on lately, my
homepage shows me I am on-line.
Each time I see my homepage,
I feel a little
guilty…
a little neglectful.
I have
forgotten the Cow.
The Cow has lost
importance…
relevance.
It’s not the Cow’s fault.
It’s mine.
My mind has been busy
with other things.
One tiny person in my life
has managed to throw
all routines out…
I don’t see him much at the moment…
Because I’m not allowed to…
Because I can make him sick…
Because he’s
so sick.
It’s a scary time,
but there’s no time
to be
scared.
We just have to pick up
and
carry on…
we have to keep fighting…
we have to keep our eyes
on the finish line…
We have to be there for him.
Nothing in
his life
has come easy for him,
and yet he battles on
with a calmness you
rarely see.
There is something about
him,
which showers you
with strength and with love.
We have known this
since we first met him,
inside his plastic cage,
attached to all manner
of tubes and machines.
But now, our community sees it.
They’ve heard his story
and seen his
picture.
They have fallen in love
with my
littlest nephew…
and they are rallying for him.
I have been swept along
in the flood of love
for
our Little Man,
and I have neglected the Cow…
again.
But, I will be back…
maybe not with crazy
days…
maybe not every day…
But I will be back.
