HELLO DUSTY


Hello Dusty
My name doesn’t matter
Think of me as every woman
Who lost a husband, son or father
In that awful place called Vietnam.

I used to be so jealous
That you were with him in his final hours.
Now I’m glad that you were there
When I couldn’t be
To hold his hand, to say good-bye
And to let him know he was loved.

I can’t even imagine what it must have cost you
To give yourself so completely
To every boy who crossed your path.

I wish that I could meet you
To thank you for all you did
And tell you that I hope you found the same peace in this life
That you gave him in death.

If we never meet, I want you to know
That you have a friend for life.

Good-bye Dusty…

You do matter and you are loved.




By Diane Kuhn
Copyrighted © 11/19/2003 All rights reserved