"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