So little you were
less than five pounds
causing even less trouble.
Sleep and you,
the connection so close,
I too became a good friend.
It was run, play
always something to do,
doing half the things I told you.
Mom brought fruit,
supposedly not for you, but
then it was gone, your hunger too.
Boring life never was -
you grew with dad's love, an
extra handout or two at supper for you.
Rides in the wheelbarrow,
one time tricked. Water sitting,
you jumped in and broken was your trust.
There for me always;
I held you as I cried, you let
me be, never a word, just your deed.
Only time knows all,
it knows you too. It called
your name, now you are gone...
The pillow is mine,
and you no longer greet me,
we know, you were the best companion.
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