TOBY

“TOBY”

He was my friend, he would always know when I was near,

My presence was felt by this dark haired boy, he would sound out.

Walking In to his kingdom was such a pleasure of mine, he almost smiled,

Through the window his eyes would find me, waited he did for me to see.

An excitement for this beautiful friend when I showed up to visit,

The love In his eyes sparkled, he knew I understood, I loved him.

Outside we would play, running or throwing a ball or just sitting,

I miss him, I wonder If he could possibly remember anything at all.

To see him again, possibly one day, his name Is Toby.

Keith Garrett

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