And now upon that pillow lay
all that remains of the tragic day.
Reduced to a box, his ashes stay

Wrapped up in a blanket
given at birth.
Will anyone know how much he was worth?

I want the world to know!
I remember--I remember well;
So my sweet brother, your life I'll tell.

To try to forget a loss so great,
they swept up reminders of the terrible day
and all the days that had gone before.
They just shut the door,
as if you'd never been.
Gone were the photos.
Where are the toys?
Can't we even remember the JOY?

I lay beside your box
before we take you to the sea.
For now... you are here with me.
Your scent deep inside this blanket sweet.
Will you stay, if I keep it neat?
Or like memories, will you fade away?

The years have passed and I am old but still I wonder where you are.
Then suddenly I see you walking by--the grown man you should have been-- tall and handsome,
blonde and bright,
just like my own two boys.
And I hold them close.