As promised, the following are a few pics from my decorating today and a pic of Steve and I from Disney. I ended up getting a black bow and decorating a Poem/Picture that I had put together for my Dads memorial service. The poem is titled "My Last Ride" and was written by the uncle of a young man who was killed in a motorcycle accident. The poem could have been written for any biker who has ever died while riding his "Tin Pony".
Here are the words to this beautiful poem. (I actually read this during the service, not sure how, but I did):
My Last Ride
My hands are clenched around chrome bars
the engine's rumble sounds so sweet.
I twist the throttle with my palm
and roar off down the street.
The slapping of my leathers
and raging winds on either side,
drum a beat of sweet contentment
as I ride this.....my last ride.
Alone on my tin pony,
to the heavens I've been called,
but fret not my dear loved ones,
I’m not lonely here at all.
The speedometer is just a blur
as tears blow from my eyes,
the bike and I roll forward
off into the calling skies.
I hope I touched your lives one day,
and left a treasured mark,
now I’ll ride on to FOREVER,
with your memory in my heart.
6 comments:
Beautiful poem, Jacquie. And your house looks wonderfully festive and cozy.
Beautiful poem and I love the notion of the black-ribboned-wreath. I hate what's behind it but I love the significance. I hope this isn't sounding horrid...
Your house looks so inviting and so wonderful and festive.
WOW! awesome decorating!
Oh Jacquie, bug hugs to you. I love the poem, what a wonderful sentiment. I also love the black bow and wreath. My heart is with you and your family during this first Christmas without your father and BIL.
That said, your decorating is beautiful!
The poem is lovely.
Your decorating is beautiful, my poor tree looks like a pathetic effort in comparison!
What beautiful decorations and a wonderful way to honor those that are missed and here in spirit. I know how hard it must be and admire your perseverance
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