I wanted to see the big picture.
A panorama, not just the illness,
But of life itself.
Played out from the field,
Where a child toiled in the hay with his father.
Waiting for the little call from his mother
“where’s little Mikey”.
Giving him a call for tea,
But only providing milk to sustain the boy’s constant hunger.
A guarantee of love painted white,
and well cleared plates.
Expecting the worse,
And seeing the turmoil,
The doctors were not optimistic and
Neither was I.
Just two words, caused the parallax error,
And combined with no explanation,
The panorama was complete in my mind,
God gave him a second chance, and a story continues.