ONE SPECIAL BIKER BABE

FOR JAMIE THARPE CHANCEY

There’s a spirit in the meadow now

with misty hair long and flowing.

When your heart calls out to her, you’ll see her

 in the light of the full moon through the trees.

She’s an angel flying close to the grassy path

looking, searching.

Beside her, two small cherubs

visible through the mist,

her two  tiny hearts reunited.

But still she searches...

for those left behind.

And the pink bike,

Her metal love,

Sits riderless.

Rest in Peace, Jamie

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