You can not keep everything bottled up inside,
Expecting others to understand all you hide.
Please speak up when a need you have got,
Shame not those by putting on the spot.
Pride and silence, no wonder so many can’t deal,
Maturity is so much more than paying your bill.
No place for shame in God’s purpose of your life,
So stop hiding and creating drama and strife.
Self inflicted most problems are made and arise,
Expecting others to understand your silent cries.
Don’t count on others to jump in like a boss,
Take it to God in prayer and leave it at the cross.
Hugs ...VLK
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 8:14 AM UTC
I cried today without shedding a tear,
because weakness you did not need to fear.
It was for you I knew I had to be strong,
please understand my list is long.
If you feel all alone and nobody gives a care,
try to carry burdens others struggle to bare.
Nobody is perfect and can do it all wrong,
please understand my list is long.
I want to visit and show love to all in need,
time is not always on my side to do the deed.
I wake with good intentions trying to be strong,
please understand my list is long.
Spread so thin and no time for myself,
I put all my needs at the bottom of a shelf.
Bouncing place to place I feel like a ping pong,
please understand my list is long.
Being apart does not mean I am not there,
Thoughts and prayers, I can do from anywhere.
It is in my heart where you will always belong,
please understand my list is long.
Love and Hugs….Vicki L Kilgore
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 8:13 AM UTC
Oh, how beautiful a Rose in full bloom,
Test of time brings forth decay and gloom.
Soft delicate pedals a delight to admire,
Conditions and time, radiance slow to expire.
It is the beauty that catches your eyes,
Similarity to Satan’s deceit and lies.
Stem and thorns are all that survives,
Same as God’s love and promise for our lives.
Temporary beauty could not sustain,
What protected it is all that remain.
The rose and I created by the same,
Uniquely molded to honor His name.
A mission for God our purpose to be born,
Look past the beauty and cherish the thorn.
VLK 1/3/19
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 12:39 PM UTC
I just thought when you were in diapers it was tough,
Very little sleep, spit up, bumps and bruises were rough.
Starting to school was like sending you to the end of earth,
You were all mine and I had never had to share since birth.
School days, learning to roller skate, all the ups and downs,
Ballet, tap, and jazz oh how beautiful on stage in those gowns.
We survived the teen years with just a few spits and spats,
What I would give to go back when we still had those chats.
Graduation and work…you grew up in the blink of the eye,
Loving, caring, nurturing to all, on you I could always rely.
Watching you grow and learn through the good and bad,
The hardest part of being a mom is when your child is sad.
Bundle of joy you brought into this world with a baby girl,
Blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes made our hearts swirl.
Hard knocks, broken heart, and loss of loved ones dear,
Opened the door to prescription drugs and family fear.
From being on top to popping pills and playing the game,
Joining the lies and deceit of Satan without knowing shame.
Stubborn and always taking much pride in all that you do,
Not understanding that this life you are in is not the true you.
You called and ask me to come and get you out of jail,
My heart fell to the floor and I stated, “I cannot make bail”.
A mother’s nightmare brought to real life. I can only pray,
You know how much I love you even though you went astray.
Shame is no where near my heart, your pain is mine as well,
Life so good before the pills turned your life to a living hell.
My prayer has and will remain that my daughter returns to norm,
I can’t fix what is done but I will be here to weather the storm.
I love you my precious girl unconditionally and without scorn,
Trust God with all your heart to save you from life tattered and torn.
We will be here through it all and anxiously awaiting better days,
It is all up to you now to take the steps and change your ways.
VLK 12/17/18
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
Clouds are racing, the rain is raging,
The storm moves in a war its waging.
Take cover and pray on your knees,
Protect loved ones Lord from falling trees.
Hedge of protection we do ask for all,
It is in Your precious name we call.
The sound of thunder approaches near,
Praying will reassure no need for fear.
I know that You can calm this storm,
Bringing everything back to its norm.
At its worst when it kicks up the dust,
Fully trusting in You with faith is a must.
Look at that rainbow high in the sky,
A promise as beautiful as a butterfly.
Thank You Lord for mercy and grace,
It was not our time to see Your face.
VLK
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC
Keep your life simple and true,
Allowing Jesus to live through you.
Joy is a blessing counted at the end of day,
Never take for granted and always pray.
Caskets are not bank accounts in the end,
It will be left behind for others to spend.
Wealth is not counted by bars of gold,
It is the abundance of kindness I am told.
Angels unaware will be sent from above,
Jesus may be the one you helped with love.
Looks and money will exist no more,
Oh, how I look forward to Heaven’s door.
When we walk through the pearly gates,
Reuniting with loved ones will be so great.
Jesus lead the way to that promised land,
You purchased for us with pierced hands.
When I die there is only one thing I could leave that would bless everyone I know, can’t be money because it doesn’t reach far, can’t be materials things accumulated because I have but little...It could only be my love for Jesus which is available to all who call upon Him. Please don’t wait till I am dead to receive it, I would love
to see you enjoy it while I am breathing and praying. VLK
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
Each night when I lay down and pray,
I thank God for another precious day.
Today my life or yours was not taken,
My faith is still strong just a bit shaken.
If I am blessed to wake in the morning light,
I will praise the Lord for another safe night.
Hedge of protection I pray over all,
That rest you enjoy again at nightfall.
May you enjoy the sunshine at daybreak,
Hedge of protection from any heartache.
May we appreciate and not take for granted,
All the seeds that God’s servants planted.
We are never promised another tomorrow,
So do not do anything that leaves sorrow.
Each day do acts of kindness with love,
So others see Jesus in you thereof.
Blessed tonight I lay me down to sleep,
Pray the Lord mine and your soul He keeps.
VLK
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
When my loved one passed I sank in a sea,
Nobody can know what it’s like to be me.
Sitting here feeling all alone in pain,
Heartbroken and tears I cannot maintain.
Friends try to console with words so kind,
Someone who truly understands I cannot find.
Pain so excruciating when I hear your name,
Wanting to lash out and place the blame.
Why me Lord? I want to scream and yell,
Being without you here is a living hell.
No, I am not just sitting here grieving,
Nothing makes sense I am not believing.
Time can not mend my broken heart,
My life you were the biggest part.
So, stop telling me soon it will get better,
Looking through photo’s I find an old letter.
I grasp it and hold it close to my chest,
Reading it I know you were the best.
You promised to love me till the end,
You kept your word and now I must mend.
Nothing will be the same without you dear,
Memories I have and keeping them near.
Time no matter the length heals all,
It knows exactly the depth you fall.
Time was created by our Father above,
He knows it best and sends His love.
VLK
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
Why are we all here on earth?
What was the purpose of our birth?
The Bible was written for all to see,
Instructions to follow for you and me.
God created the world full of life,
Wanting man to honor his wife.
A virtuous woman the Bible does teach,
Men who love God he has one for each.
Women you must desire a Godly spouse,
To love and honor the head of the house.
Children your parents you must obey,
Not letting this world lead you astray.
Satan is here on earth to create a glitch,
Poisoning minds and glorifying the rich.
Rebuke him for he is already defeated,
Fleeing when the name of Jesus is repeated.
Pray for those so messed up and lost,
It was for them as well He paid the cost.
Study His word and live it to a tee,
Rewards in Heaven soon we will see.
VLK
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 9:30 AM UTC
Why is my grandma still alive at ninety-seven,
Some days it seems she is only eleven.
Why did you trust me with her care,
Bathing, dressing, and combing her hair.
What is it here on earth she has left to do,
Could it be that she wants more time with me and you?
Bringing her to our humble home got protective services called.
Upon their investigation even they were appalled.
That a family member would even dare,
Seeing how much love we wanted to share.
You see some hearts grow very cold,
Toward those who have become old.
Put her in a nursing home on the governments dime,
We shall visit her on holidays and from time to time.
Feeble and weak they are of no use,
To those who took for granted, was simply abuse.
She cannot babysit, clean, or cook,
But she still loves to read a book.
Her mind is as sharp as a tack,
It is only her strength that she does lack.
Thank You Lord for my daddy on earth,
That loves his momma and knows her worth.
In me he instilled family values and love,
To cherish all the Blessing from above.
In his care I know she would be,
But years of hard work he is paying the fee.
He did his best to pay someone well,
So that at home she could always dwell.
But a fall and a hit to the head,
The doctors announced soon she would be dead.
Forty-seven weeks later she is still here,
Thanks to all the ones who lifted a prayer.
It was always her family she took such care,
Watching her with strangers I could not bare.
Thank You Lord for such a small part,
I will always treasure it deep in my heart.
Guide and direct me in the days ahead,
As she spends more time sleeping in bed.
Give me wisdom to comfort her too,
On the days she seems down and blue.
Strength to help get her from bed to chair,
for another fall she fears and cannot fair.
Thank You Lord for my husband so dear,
For his help, support, love, and calming all fear.
Our house is simple and very small,
But the love inside is wall to wall.
The laughter we share being shot by her toy gun,
Nothing can compare it is so much fun.
Each day with her is a blessing from above,
The memories we are making fills us with love.
When you come to take her from this earth,
Heaven bound we are assured by her salvation and rebirth.
Oh what a void we all shall feel,
Don’t take a day for granted for she is with us still.
It’s not the challenge of caring for her that I fear,
But the regrets of missing out on someone so dear.
Some days are really really good,
Other days we struggle with a bad mood.
One thing I can say without a doubt,
Regrets I will have none because I did not miss out.
Vicki L Kilgore: written July 22, 2015
In memory of my Grandma Drucilla Bishop
Nov. 23rd 1917 to Feb. 2nd 2016
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 9:51 AM UTC