David Little fingers and little toes. If you were here, little they would be no more. For you as a teenager, probably wrecking my head. But instead, forever little, little brother the twinkle of my eye. What once was butterfly flutters to now angels embrace. My little brother behind those pearly gates. Gone but not forgotten, held deep in our hearts. Shine a light down on mam so she knows where you are. Forever in peace, we long to say the least, to meet you again when forever at peace.