Embrace Your Last Best Place
Embrace your last best place
It’s where you call your “Forever Home.”
It’s the place you’re destined to stay
When you decide to land – not roam.
“Our Last Best Place” is written on
Our Montana license plates.
It’s a motto for Bozeman,
But Ennis is our place that rates.
It rates a forever stay.
It’s where we want to be
Until it’s time to eventually
Leave for Eternity.
Our neighbors have a sign –
It says home is a collection.
It says home is a story –
One with happy recollection.
I say home is a heartfelt
Place where love is true –
A place where when you have you go there,
They always have room for you.
It’s a place where happy memories
Have seeped into the wall
And everywhere you look,
Is a story to recall.
Grandpa DeAngeles’ cheese press
(or is it an apple press – I wonder)
Reminds me of my dad who had
These treasures out in rain & thunder!
We had the piece restored
And found a grape press to match.
They sit in dining room corners –
This one came without a scratch!
If rocking chairs could talk
This would have stories galore.
Bob’s great-grandma used it
And our grandkids rocked some more.
This clock has a great history –
It hung in Bob’s mother’s school.
That was back in 1908-16
His mom was certainly no fool.
When the school house caught fire
And the kids were evacuated,
A lot of stuff ended in a pile.
His mom saved this… she was elated.
The clock is not the only thing
We inherited from our folks.
Our house is full of those memories –
Full of love and life and hopes.
The horseshoe has a history –
The mortar Dad found in Merced River does, too.
The pestle that goes with it
Has seen more than a grind or two!
The books that line the living room
Have stories – some written by friends,
And the picture from Grimentz
Has Swiss memories without ends.
I love the little angels
On tables, counters and floor.
Each one has a story
And there’s always room for more.
That first one is from Terry,
A friend who has my heart.
The next one’s from our Laina –
It’s meant for garden art.
Up in my sanctuary,
There’s an angel in a dish.
She’s playing the accordion –
And she came with a great wish:
I wish you happy memories
In this “Last Best Place” of yours.
I know you’ll live here happily,
Welcoming strangers through your doors.
It’s true, we love our Last Best Place –
And we’ve welcomed many a guest.
And we’re not through inviting them –
Come – sit with us – we’re truly blessed!
Embrace Your Last Best Place
Are you in it now?
Or do you anticipate where it will be…
the one on earth, that is…
Tell me about it!
See ya tomorrow (God willing)
Love,
JanBeek
And never did I imagine I’d
find a Home on the Range
where the deer and the antelope play
as my Last Best Place
someday.
