| Michelle | Gramma to this angel | February 16, 2015 |
| Diane Murrell | Tears of Sorrow and Joy | February 16, 2013 |
| mom 2 Waylon Kitchens | thinking of you | January 2, 2011 |
Sending you lots of LOVE
xoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxo
| mom 2 Waylon Kitchens | thinkin of you | October 24, 2010 |
| mom 2 waylon Kitchens | sweet dreams | August 24, 2010 |
| mom 2 Waylon kItchens | xoxoxooxooxoxoxox | May 12, 2010 |
~Missing Our Angels~
Forever loved & Missed
| mom 2 Waylon Kitchens | thinkin of you | May 5, 2010 |
A Mother's Love
A Mother's love is something
that no one can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away...
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking...
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems...
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation...
A many splendour-ed miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God's tender guiding hand.
| mom 2 Waylon Kitchens | thinkin of you | May 1, 2010 |
| Waylon Kitchens bro...Austin | thinkin of you | April 24, 2010 |
Eternity we'll share
because of God's love
Reunited someday
in Heaven above
Think of the memories
we'll make again there
It will be wonderful
eternity we'll share
| mom 2 Waylon Kitchens | In my thoughts | April 18, 2010 |
The day that young man died;
When He closed His eyes, they said,
Ten thousand angels cried.
The angels shed their many tears,
Because He was God's Son;
But there is a special sadness,
When God takes the very young.
At times like that, I question God,
Why let a child die?
I cannot understand it,
And I need to ask Him why.
I, too, have heard the angels cry,
I've heard them cry first hand;
For I, too, gave up a child,
And I've tried hard to understand.
Yes, I received God's comfort,
Though I'm grateful, I want more;
I want reasons; I want meaning,
I am a parent who's heart-sore.
God can give, and God can take,
I am well aware of this;
But, why my baby ... why my child?
Why did God put him on His list?
Did I love my child too much?
Was he too good for this old earth?
Had his purpose here been filled?
Was that why he was taken first?
I awake each day with questions,
I fall asleep at night, the same;
So many times I ask God why,
I'm both saddened and ashamed.
But then, in reflective moments,
When my prayers are most intense,
One word keeps going through my mind,
Patience ... patience ... patience.
Maybe now is not the time,
To explain this great heartache;
Even if I knew God's reasons,
What difference would it make?
Can't I just be grateful,
For any time we had?
Accept God's action without question?
Why is that so very bad?
What's my hurry ... why my pressure?
Is my faith not strong enough?
God will explain it when He's ready,
Surely I can trust that much.
God understands my broken heart,
He, too, gave up a Son;
He knows the pain of one lost child,
He weeps with me, and we are one.
Just as I talk to God each day,
I talk to my precious child;
I blow him kisses, and I say,
"See you, honey, in a while."