We would sit out back
In the mornings and watch
And wonder as an ant craws
along the cement crack .
We would begin to understand God .
With every rainbow we saw
With two ends ,
We would wish for two new stars
That night .
With every smile we put on a face
That day ,
We knew there was peace .
With every child we played with
Or just talk to that day ,
We left them with laughter .
I learned lessons of life being with him .
When I ran this morning in a way ,
He was with me
Just Tiny and me .
By Brock
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