By Steve Anderson 
Written in memory of Michael Keith Philipps 
You never got to see the world
The way your brother does
And you miss him so
And he misses you
Remember how it was
When you shared a tiny space with him
For a little block of time
You dreamed of all the things you would do
The treasures you would find.
Well, treasures came in different ways
In different shapes and forms
The treasure of life
The treasure of love
Held tight in mother’s arms
I know you have found a treasure chest
Wherever you may be
Keeping watchful eye on brother
While mommy is asleep.

Submitted by Dave & Margaret Philipps
MIDS Support Group
Parsippany, New Jersey