Dancing with the Lord

You are missed Melissa, but we know where you are and find comfort in that fact…

You must be having fun Dancing with the Lord Running free Of restrictions That life brought you. It must be wonderful To be whole again Amputated limbs Made whole again But we miss you And it hurts to know You are gone Still I will rejoice Knowing you are Dancing with the Lord… Copyright Michelle R Kidwell Monday Feb.26.07 3:53 P.M PST

Little Boy It’s Okay to Grieve

My bestest friend and the sister of my heart passed away on the ninth leaving behind her nine year old Son, and her husband, the boy’s Dad is not in the picture thank God, he was abusive…

Little boy It’s okay to grieve Never think it’s not But you have the memories They will help you in your grief. I know how it must hurt My grief multiplied by a thousand But she loved you She provided for you And protected you. Little boy It’s okay to grieve But remember she is With the Lord now And find comfort in your grief In that knowledge. Copyright Michelle R Kidwell Feb.27.07 5:13 P.M PST

99 Ballons

Please if you are able watch the video to understand the poem..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qILw1iFzmIE

99 ballons

Represent the life

Of a tiny baby boy

With a condition

That took life away

For one so young.

A Mother and Dad

Grieve

But they could be angry

They could shake their fists at God

And ask why

But instead they learned

The gift of life.

A testimony so touching

From a tiny child who

Never uttered a word.

Copyright Michelle R Kidwell

Nov.03.08

3:10 P.M PST

Meet Me At Heaven’s Gates (In Memory of Sara Manning)

Meet me at Heaven’s Gates

An angel called in your sleep

I know your family is going to grieve

Your loved ones are going to miss you

But your pain is ending

God is calling your name

He is going to let you live this world peacefully

The suffering is gone

For you

And your family

Your friends will

Get through.

Meet me at Heaven’s gates

An angel called

In your sleep

And that night

You were welcomed into Heaven’s gates

Standing at Jesus’s feet.

Copyright Michelle R Kidwell

Oct.21.2010

1:13 A.M PST

Knocking at Heaven’s Door (In Memory of Sara Manning)

Sometimes the pain is to great

And a soul utters an unspoken prayer

Knocking at Heaven’s door

Asking to be free.

Sometimes we just don’t see

The pain that someone goes through

Physical pain has a way of weakening our bodies

But strengthing our souls but

Sometimes our bodies are just to weak

We find ourselves calling out

In silence

Jesus I am ready

To go home.

I know my loved one’s are going to

Grieve

But with the support of those

I have left behind and most

Importantly with you

I know Lord that somehow they

Get through.

And you call out

I miss you all

But I can’t wear this pain anymore.

Copyright Michelle R Kidwell

Oct.22.2010

3:50 P.M PST

He Called Her Home

Exodus Tyson, Mike Tyson’s Four Year Old Daughter Died Today, after geting her head wrapped in a treadmill cord yesterday, her seven year old brother found her.  Please if you have a treadmill and small children be careful… He called her home An angel on loan Four years old Seems so young And it seems omnious Almost That around this time Last year Another angel was called home. Perhaps God is preparing a place for them In the safety of his arms While a world seemingly goes mad. An angel called home And a family grieves An innocent life gone But not forgotten. Copyright Michelle R Kidwell May.26.09 11:40 P.M PST

She Walked in Grace…She Walked in Faith

Written in memory of my Nonna August.14.1914-Novemember.07.2003 She walked in grace She walked in faith. She spoke in the quiet Of a faith not only Lived But spoken. She was a daughter of the King A woman of love A Mother, a Nonna She was a child of God Roman Catholic But more than that Her roots ran In Christ’s Love. Copyright Michelle R Kidwell June.11.09 11:07 A.M PST

Laid to Rest

I wrote this in the memory of my friends Dad, I ran into said friend a few weeks back and she told me how much this poem touched her…

I wanted to write a poem for the fourth but Tommy Lane is a true American hero so I thought I’d write another in his. Hundreds of people showed up to Tommy’s funeral Friday, including the Honor Guard he served fighting fires across this country for over thirty six years.  Funny stories, serious stories were told, but one was told of the way it bothered him when he went to help out during hurricane Katrina tagging bodies, but when a body remained after several days he went after the higher ups, demanding respect for these people. Laid to rest A hero’s farewell A small man in stature, But few with a heart as big as yours And somehow God saw it fit To bring me into the lives of this Quiet hero His wife and his daughters. He would not call himself a hero I really can’t see that He had a job to do A calling from the Lord above Saving lives and protecting. You and your family Nourished me in those early days of Faith and though life may take us in different directions I knew I always had a friend in you guys. You raised to daughters Strong girls, Strong in faith, And had a beautiful wife With such a loving heart Now you are laid to rest A hero’s farewell Your battle is over The journey is done You are home! Copyright Michelle R Kidwell July.02.2011 9:58 P.M PST

We Don’t Know

Image Mom and Marlo Copyright Michelle R Kidwell 2010 Where are you friend We don’t know. People looking for you No answers yet. Did things get to much Did something darker happen? Are you okay Out there somewhere Just trying to hide away? Though this seems out of Character. A day or two we can see But three weeks No sightings No calls No answers? Where are you? We don’t know. Copyright Michelle R Kidwell 7/24/2011 2:10 A.M PST

Where Are You

Sadly her body was found in late August or Early September 2011

http://www.mymotherlode.com/news/local/1335776/Missing-Tuolumne-County-Woman.htm Where are you A question we are asking But do not know In drama things get Twisted In Life too. Where are you? So many looking for you Questions and no answers But holding onto the faith, That somewhere Someone has the answers. Copyright Michelle R Kidwell July.23.2011