Preoccupied

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.