I would have replied sooner to your song-post, but I was on the phone with my real-world sister Tammy, talking about our Dad's situation. Your song for Alipang really is sweet. Could you put together both halves of that, plus the also-sweet poem you wrote in Writing Club, and e-mail them to me?
Thanks for asking, and for caring! Dad has "encapsulated" bacteria, which I believe means they form a sort of shell for themselves; the pneumonia from these could have killed him if left untreated, but he _should_ be okay now. My Mom is being allowed to stay overnight at the hospital with him: not the first time she's done this.