Comments about Patricia Kelley
Dreaming of Heaven
I often close my eyes and dream of Heaven.
I think of our lucky number seven.
The month, day and year, you were born.
Then it hits me the day you were taken, and I felt so torn.
I felt shaken and fell to the floor.
I know I would have not made it, if Jesus hadn't showed up when he did and walked through that door.
He reassured me that you were in Heaven watching over, all the little ones.
You were now with all the winners that won.
I know it's not good for me to beat myself over the head