Andrew

You were just my palm!
A step was too heavy,
a cry was too silent,
bright in the black coat.

You were trembling in my hand,
if only you could understand
the luck was on your side
when we took you for the ride.

You were the sick one,
and the treatment was done.
Being poured with love,
sometimes was not enough.

Now that you are big,
still with us you sleep and eat.
You are a he and an it,
but as Andrew you perfectly fit.

Written in memory of Andrew 1996-2000