It has been 20 years now,
so what does time heal?
I'll try to describe the way
that I feel.
I once had an angel,
that lived at my house.
A waif, he was once,
but for a moment he wasn't.
He loved chocolate milk,
and being part of a family.
All the littlest things,
made him so happy!
B-ball and the sandbox
with buckets and trucks.
Taking baths,being dried off,
then powdered,and p.j.'d,
Ah, does it matter anymore?
It was hard to make sense,
of a little boy's death,
but Bobby was murdered.
The last thing he said,
"One more kiss for you,
one more for you Mommy"
Then I felt the goosebumps,
as the car rode away.
A yellow rosebud appeared,
on the day he was buried.
Maybe time heals,somehow.
But we never forget,
Our memories are alive,
so private and quiet.
I can turn on at will,
and hear his sweet laugh,
so softly,
and it fades out.
His little light never will.
