A kiss from teresa
A KISS FROM TERESA
We sat there and watched as the camera panned in tight
She kissed Dale hard, he drive out of sight
We witnessed undeniable passion, unconditional bliss
Looking back did she know - something was amiss
For three long hours Dale drove - intimidated too
Lap after lap, the excitement it grew
499 miles, one mile more
Jr and Waltrip fighting for the score
Behind them was Dale, in a fight of his own
Many wars behind him, a new one being sewn
They roared to the line, one and two
Dale went into the wall - and all of us knew
Off in the distance, T sat and stared
In the recess of her mind her soul lay bared
For as the fans were confused as to cheer or cry
She could only feel the lasting kiss - goodbye from her
A fine Daytona afternoon, the Season just begun.
My boys were running one & two, and I was having fun.
I probably could have won the thing, but something held me back.
I was busy watching Dale & Mike — and holding off the pack.
I was looking toward the front and not really to the rear.
Something tapped me on my bumper, but still I had no fear.
I thought it might be Sterling — I knew he was nearby.
When Sterling smells the checkered flag, I’ll tell you, he ain’t shy.
I slipped a bit. I turned the wheel. I sensed something very odd.
It wasn’t Sterling’s tap I’d felt. It was the tap of God.
"Not now," I said. "I’m racing hard. There’s work still here to do."
"You’re time is up," He whispered low, "So say a quick adieu."
I wasn’t really ready, but I didn’t have a choice.
He’d tapped me on the bumper & I’d heard His hallowed voice.
So I did as He instructed. I just packed it in & left.
I guess it can’t be helped that I left some of you bereft.
Did you see those birds upon the wall, as they scattered in the breeze?
Will it make it any easier to know that one of them was me?
There was also Davey, Dad & Neil, and some other guys I’ve know.
And they all came to Daytona just to escort me on home.
Hey — congratulations, Mikey! You made a worthy run.
I wish you many, many more. You’re wins have just begun.
All that fun you had in Victory Lane, I was proud as proud could be.
Did you see a seagull flying low? Yeah, Mikey, that was me.
So, friends & fans & family, don’t mourn me for too long.
Get on with life — take care of things — be brave, proud, & strong.
I’ll surely miss you every one. About that I will not lie.
But as long as you remember me — I didn’t really die.
The sun sets now, over the cold dark track,
At which our Hero was taken back.
From the hallowed grounds of sound & speed,
To the Maker from which his troubles are freed.
The flag wove proudly in the Florida wind,
Not knowing it would never wave again.
Over the one that most had come to see,
The Man In Black, our #3.
Our eyes barely saw it, though metal was torn,
And just behind the white lines, a tragedy born.
For we were affixed to the joy that all would soon lack,
A friend & a son, still true on the track.
It wasn’t much later, we soon understood,
And tried to block out, as any fan would,
That our Hero had fallen, from high on his steed,
And soon that black word would cause our heards to bleed.
And on that Sunday night, he opened His gate,
And Dale walked in, neither sad nor irate.
He just quietly walked to that track in the sky,
And started his engine again, waiting for Neil to roar by.
How can you tell that a part of us died?
Was he mourned only by those who were close by his side?
To defeat him on Sunday, 42 tried,
And alone on Monday, 42 cried.
The greatest man I never met, has run his final race
The pain I feel is showing, in the tears upon my face
With the love of a father, & that of a friend
He protected Mike & Junior, right to the end
In that special, unselfish move, for all the world to see
He showed why we love that Black #3
We have lost the heart of racing, it will never be the same
But he was far more than just a racing name
His skill in driving was beyond compare
But it was the man, himself, that made me care
Those steel blue eyes, that sly dwag grin
The way he cared, all part of him
The loving husband, the faithful friend
The proud father, memories that will never end
He lived for Sundays, the race to win
To beat the odds, was life to him
To hear those engines roar to life
Was 2nd only to God & his wife
Strapped into the #3, after Teresa’s kiss
Calm, relaxed, ready to race. Nothing was amiss
As he made that final turn, in the #3
I wonder if it was more than air, the man in black could see
Did he see his daddy, & Neil Bonnett standing there
And all of Heaven’s angels, when all we saw was air
I think that God was standing there to meet the elder E
The one that he’s been waiting for to drive Heaven’s #3
I do not know how long this ache will tear apart my heart
It may never happen, it may never start
No one can replace him, in our hearts or on the track
Rest in peace, my hero. I’ll always love the man in black.
Race day in heaven
RACEDAY IN HEAVEN
It was race day in Heaven, God was up in the stands,
Surrounded by angels, who are all big race fans.
The drivers were lining up, down at the track,
But no one could see who was leading the pack.
God looked around & said "Something’s not right,
I need my best driver & I need him tonight!"
You see something was missing, the very best part,
NASCAR’s number 1 driver, Dale Earnhardt.
So, he looked down from Heaven, to the racetrack below,
To see Dale, at Daytona, put on one heck of a show.
Holding back the competitors for his friend & his son,
In a spectacular race he could easily have won.
That unselfish act of love from the soul,
Earned Dale his spot on Heaven’s prized pole.
As the race at Daytona came to a sad stop,
The angels were waiting for the green flag to drop.
With drivers like Petty, Irwin, & Orr,
Roberts, Allison, & so many more.
Waiting & waiting for the race to start,
God made the announcement "I got us Earnhardt!"
The crowd of angels stood cheering the legends,
While God shouted with joy, "Gentlemen, start your engines!"
The race was exciting, right up to the end,
For alongside of Earnhardt was Bonnett, his friend.
Up in front, for all to see,
Was the Intimidator, in his black #3.
In a spectacular finish, he came in 1st place,
Dale Earnhardt has won his first Heavenly race!