Fella ( For My Big Brother Adrien a.k.a. Andy)

When I was small and time moved slow,

before I knew how much I’d grow,

I followed footsteps wide and sure—

a little heart, a love so pure.

You were “Fella,” proud and neat,

Mom dressed you up from head to feet.

“Such a handsome little Fella,” she’d say,

and the name, like sunlight, chose to stay.

I thought it true, I thought it right,

that Fella shone like morning light.

I didn’t know of Adrien yet,

or Andy—names time wouldn’t forget.

But Fella played and laughed and ran,

the boy who’d grow into a man.

And I, behind, with eyes upturned,

took in the lessons slowly learned.

Now years have passed and names evolve,

like echoes time will not dissolve.

But to me, through every weather,

you’ve been my Big Brother—always, forever.