I Stepped Down Memory Lane Poem by Michelle Kidwell

We drove by the church I attened with my Nonna as a child, Saint Patricks, my memories of the Catholic church were actually fond and full of love!



I stepped down memory lane

Today and saw

Father Kelley in his

Red hair standing there

Carrying a friend of mine

Down the long stairway

Because when she was four

An accident changed her life

In an instant

She wore braces

And used a voicebox

But she was strong

And carried on through the bullies

And the foolishness of children

Who just did not know better.

I see the way Father Kelley

Was gentle and kind

Always a kind word

And a gentle word

For all who passed him by.

I never felt uncomfortable around

This man of God

Only welcomed and loved.

I took a picture

Today of the front entrance

Surrounded by shade trees

And memories

Some of the building redone

The stain glassed windows

Shinning bright

Reminding me of the times

I would look at those windows

And make up stories to go along

I think the Lord planted the start

Of a seed then

Before I had even given my heart over to Him.



I may not agree with everything

The Roman Catholic Church stands for

But I cherish those memories

And the love of Christ

Nonna shared with me

And those memories of Father Kelley.

Copyright Michelle R Kidwell

June.11.09

12: 12 A.M PST