He came to us unexpectdly;
A baby boy all wrapped in blue.
He joined the nine on the family tree, And stole my heart, as
babies do.
He nestled in
and before I knew;
He was a toddler, stout and strong.
From babe to boy, my how he grew.
Too soon-too soon-the babe is gone.
I'd wash his
face so brown and cute
And make a curl a top his head;
Then dress him in his white sunsuit, And say, "go play" , and run
he did.
His sturdy legs dashed hither and yon. He'd play so hard I thought
he'd drop. He'd scatter toys across the lawn.
A truck, a bear, a spinning top.
And when at
night he'd fall asleep
He looked so soft and warm and sweet Then I'd forget his
rowdiness.
Kiss him softly and say, "God Bless."
Now dear
brother your forty-three,
You've filled my life with joy and light But in my heart you'll
always be,
The little boy who hugged me tight.
Please don't
forget me brother dear. Life's too short, lets not grow apart.
The roads been long but we're still here Remember, you still live
in my heart.
By Carol Bouche' Ottlinger 1981
copyright 1983
Bobby is now 55
