God looked around his garden,

And saw an empty place,

He looked down and saw

Your badly beaten face.

In life we loved you dearly,

In death we love you still.

You hold a special place

In our hearts

No one else can fill.

It broke our hearts

To lose you, but

You did not go alone

For part of each of us

Went with you

The day God took you home.

Poem Submitted by Barbie Dickenson

For Christy Carroll