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A young frog sat on his pad,
Not an Apple but a lily, he had.
While on the pad, he did perch
Quietly, like he was in church.
In church, for a frog, I'd soon see
Was done for protection, not reverie.
For frogs of his size, could soon
Be eaten by a bird. No not a Loon.
The dangers for him, would go on.
His fear was the mighty Blue Heron.
A long shadow, cut through his light;
He jumped into the water, out of sight,
Holding his breath, he managed to stay
And escaped the Heron, at least for today.

A shadow fell across the moon
the day my brother died
and grief poured from my soul
and tore me up inside.

I can't remember, in this short life
and perhaps I've never tried,
to think about the grief and sorrow
the day my brother died,
for he was but a child of three
and should have lived, much longer.
I'm sure he would have if God had made
his body that much stronger.

The years have passed, as has the grief and sorrow
and eyes then wet with tears, have dried,
but I will always remember
the day my brother died.

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