dallaskimberly8 Posted May 20, 2006 Report Share Posted May 20, 2006 (edited) this is a poem for dusty carter His nickname was Dirty though I don't know why, Such a beautiful person, He smiled all the time. Without you here, just doesnt seem right. Thank you for the memories you leave behind. A father, a son, a brother, a friend The Lord needs you now That was his plan. Flying with the angels, making them laugh and smile. I know you will. You did us,for a short while. When that day comes,and We meet again, Pop the clutch in that Mustang, Take us home my freind. Edited May 20, 2006 by dallaskimberly8 Link to post Share on other sites
redheadedstepchild Posted May 21, 2006 Report Share Posted May 21, 2006 That was beautiful Link to post Share on other sites
PauldingPeach Posted May 21, 2006 Report Share Posted May 21, 2006 Awwwww. What a sweet poem. My heart breaks for the family. Many of my loved ones have crossed over to the other side as well. I understand the pain that you feel. I hope you find comfort in knowing that he is in a much better place and some day your reunion with him will be a grand celebration! Link to post Share on other sites
dallaskimberly8 Posted May 23, 2006 Author Report Share Posted May 23, 2006 Awwwww. What a sweet poem. My heart breaks for the family. Many of my loved ones have crossed over to the other side as well. I understand the pain that you feel. I hope you find comfort in knowing that he is in a much better place and some day your reunion with him will be a grand celebration! thank you! it came from the heart. dusty is missed ! Link to post Share on other sites
Lady Raider Posted May 23, 2006 Report Share Posted May 23, 2006 what a nice poem, I am so sorry you are hurting right now, but it will get better Trust me it does! Link to post Share on other sites
big ball3 Posted June 1, 2006 Report Share Posted June 1, 2006 that was a good poem k.s. i was shocked when some of our friends was over and told us that he is gone. i still cant believe that, it has been a long while since i have seen him, so that is a good thing that way i can remember only the good memories of a real good boy. best wishes to his daughter and to the family where the poem came from. if there is anything i can do just let me know. i use to stay out in burnt hickory. i am well known and loved by all hope to talk to the family soon. Link to post Share on other sites
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