Tribute to a little boy

Bobby age 3, strangled by his mother's boyfriend, Ray Ferrell, in Riverside Ca. during a visit w/ her. I will never forget him or stop loving his sweet memory.

clipped from www.helium.com 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.