Kentucky Born Believer, Daughter, Sister, Friend, Fangirl, Full Time Pharmacy Tech, Part Time Idiot.
Friday, June 12, 2015
If there's one piece of advice I can give you, it's this - when there's something you really want, fight for it, don't give up no matter how hopeless it seems. And when you've lost hope, as yourself if ten years from now, you're going to wish you gave it one more shot. Because the best things in life, they don't come free.
You Must Be My Angel
You must be my angel
That's the only explanation I can give
For the way you keep appearing
In this life that I live
I hear your name on busy streets
Or in a crowded room
There are a million Matthew's
But I always think of you
I see someone with a big, bright smile
You know, like the one you always had
It puts a warmth down in my heart
But makes me kind of sad
I hear these songs on the radio
That say, "I'm missing you"
And when the rain comes falling down
I think maybe you miss me too
I know you're watching out for me
That's why I feel less fear
What do I have to be afraid of
When my sweet angel Matthew is near?
This is a poem I wrote in 2004. Matthew Lunsford was my dear, sweet friend that always had a smile on his face. He was something special that's for sure!!
The Future
The crowd was hype
They had waited all day
For the sun to go down
On Daytona USA
The Pepsi 400 was about to begin
It was time for Britney Spears to yell
"Gentlemen, start your engines!"
The motors were revved
The drivers were set
Everybody knew
The green flag would be next
And they're off!
Round and round the track they would drive
Going so fast it seemed like they could fly
There was Jeff, Michael and Kevin
Dale Jarrett was there too
And even Rusty Wallace
In his trusty number 2
Now those drivers are great
And they made the fans cheer
But there's only one driver
We want to win here
The son of a legend
In the shadow of greatness
We all prayed that number 8
Would be the one to make it
And make it he did
Leading most every lap
When the checkered flag was dropped
The fans cheered and they clapped
For with the win came emotions
And so many feeling
All of our hearts were finally healing
Even though we lost a legend
A hero in our hearts
We all knew he was there
In that number 8 car
Riding along to show us all
NASCAR's new future
His son
A rising legend
Dale Earnhardt Jr.
I wrote this poem after the end lap of the Pepsi 400 on July 7, 2001. I will never forget that race!!
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
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