Allan

Hold your blanket tight, sweet brother
And let mama’s words soothe your skin
Keep all the dreams you’ve gathered
Shower them in your loving kin

Bless each step you make in this world
Bring your sweet laughter and lasting smiles
In my life so riddled of so many words
Hold me in your little hands and teary eyes

Unpack your bags filled with hopes
Entrust it to us and we’ll keep its tone
Worry not we’ll be able to cope
As much as we did when you were gone

Now I know how it feels like
To have a brother I’ve never had
To hear mama’s words about you
Is to see how the world could might have been

So hold your blanket tight sweet brother
Go back to rest and sleep tight
Mama is here to pick the dreams you gathered
And I am here to give your hopes a little light

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++Few people knew i had a brother. He's name is Edgar Allan. He died at age 3. I never got to know him, never seen him, and never touched him. But as i was growing up, i was made to believe that my brother is always there, for i have been all these years been enveloped with fanciful stories of how my brother spent his 3 years on earth. How, he loves "hipon", how he would ask my lolo for 1 peso and keeping it in his own "alkansya", saving it for tomorrow's time when he would be rich and by then he said, it would be his turn to give peso to my lolo. He was wonderful. Until now, i always imagine him (though not that frequent anymore), i have always had this question...How would life have change had my brother been alive?