For Kane

He smiles a thousand years of love
His sister dancing across his sunken eyes
On the gurney, his head to one side, his focussed gaze only on her
He ignores the tubes, the pain, the nausea, the unknown
Suspended free of all but the pleasure of loving his sibling as she
chatters, oblivious to the moment.

What a strength from her brother so young, soon to grow no older.

I treasure that moment too forever altered by his strength.

Rest peacefully, young Kane.

By John Cook.