"kristi" poems
I wrote and read this poem at my grandmothers funeral.
While growing up, Toni; Steven and I
saw our Grandparents sacrifice,
so much of their own lives, without a fuss.
Along with our Mother, they did it just for us.
Though Grandpa he was called, he was our father
and in Mom and Grandma, we had two amazing Mothers.
We loved them with the clarity of a childs heart,
in each one of us, they became, so much a part.
Sadly, we have gathered together here today,
to say our final goodbye, to a wonderful lady.
Grandma was tough, she was stubborn and oh so loving.
She had about her, that special something.
That had every child in every neighborhood,
calling her Grandma, whenever they could.
I remember her ready laughter, at our antics,
and her guidance, by the seat of our *******
The countless batches of cookies baked.
For each one of us, every year, our own special birthday cake.
The delicate Barbie and Troll doll clothes she made,
the big band music, on the stereo, she played.
The fragrant roses and brilliant dahlias, tended with care.
The home canned pears, who with the neighbors, she shared.
Then we grew up and though with Mom, we moved away,
Grandma and Grandpa, stayed in our thoughts every day.
Our sister Kristi was born and added to Grams happiness and pride,
then as if by magic, the years just flew by.
The four of us were having children of our own,
when Gram would hold them, her face fairly glowed.
Gram saw her great grand children grow into yong ladies and men,
Then came along some great, great, grandchildren.
I was always amazed, but never surprised,
how Gram, through the children, came alive.
Gram's whole essence was that of pure love.
So I firmly believe she has placed herself, in charge of the baby angels above.
She holds them in arms, that once embraced all of us.
She, herself, is held now in the arms of Jesus.
She is looking down upon us now, with a love untold.
Within her angels wings, she does now, all of us enfold.
In Loving memory of Margaret Sanford.
1918-2010
Sep 9, 2010
Sep 9, 2010 at 8:10 PM UTC
I wish that Katelyn lived closer
Drunk dialing would go a little more smoothly
for me if she at least lived in a neighboring city
I said I would crawl to you and I would
but I'd hardly make it to the end of the street
let alone over the state line before inevitable collapse
I wish that Kristi didn't disappear
My mind would be a little more at ease if I knew
why you vanished in the first place
Questions would have answers
ego would be pieced back together and
that foolish hopeful flame would (hopefully) be extinguished
I wish that Caitlyn wasn't so sweet
a cavity of the heart made the sugar maddening
but you still were so true
sometimes I find myself wanting that madness again
to be alone in company and calamity,
to feel someone's gaze in total love and acceptance;
most times I don't
I wish that Angie wasn't spoken for
I respect your loyalty, I do
You don't come by that very often
But don't you just want to cast that aside?
Don't you want to succumb and give in?
Just this once, let your desires win
But that's just my desire talking
Don't listen
I wish I wasn't so convinced now, so cold
All I know is the cruelty buried
underneath mesmerizing complexities
I also wish my **** didn't burn so bad coming out,
so, now I don't know what to think anymore
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
Forty Years of Kristi, A Gift to the World
Forty years of living, giving of yourself,
Creating a life so pregnant with delight,
That e’en the stars, like playtoys of a heavenly elf,
Roll and bounce to celebrate your Light.
Your life, young Kristi, is a packaged gift,
Brimming with millions of self-discovered skills,
With some you sing; with others, give a lift,
With yet more, you till the soil and hills.
How ironic, you Child of the Stars,
That in forty years of gifting Of yourself,
Your gift, To you, is never very far;
Just hold their little hands, and view yourself.
Forty years, for you, may seem quite old.
But for a star, ‘tis Infancy in Gold.
-Matthew Morris McCormick
Feb 27, 2010
Feb 27, 2010 at 7:28 PM UTC
Mom, I saw your face today,
looking down on me.
From your picture frame,
you had just turned sweet sixteen.
Even with that smile,
which always reminds me
of your baby girl,
our sister kristi Lee.
I could see that you were sad.
It was there in your eyes.
Your smile failed to reach,
eyes, blue as the sky.
I wish I had been there,
to be your best friend.
We could have talked for hours,
laughed away our cares.
I'm not speaking of,
just when you were in your teens.
But, when I was at home,
is what I really mean.
I know I can't go back
and fix my past mistakes.
But, I wish I could,
for, both our sakes.
Each time we hugged goodbye
and I was off to school,
your eyes smiled at me.
Why is life so cruel?
To make the Angels suffer,
to earn their wings.
Cancer stole your breath.
Yet, your soul did sing.
There's a loneliness in me without you.
But, memories of us remain.
At least I can talk to you,
in your antique silver frame.
Now as I look again,
I see the mischievous way,
your eyes enhance your smile.
Mom, I saw your face today.
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 6:23 PM UTC
Taboo Mom Kristi Gives
Son A Sneaky *******
& then Kristi Seduces My Son -
to Make Mother and Son Erotica...
Princess Kristi Smells Your Sister's
Delicious ******* Ur Brother -...
**** In Princess Kristi & Makes a Baby
for Auntie -
Yeh, my Big ***** Aunt that
***** the Neighbor...
Female **** pumping and
*** ******* in Latex like an Angel;
The Latex angel *******
Your Mom
in the Kitchen...
Taboo Princess Kristi rewards the son
by letting him sniff her fingers;
Smell My Fingers! Drunk Mom *****
Big **** Son;
Taboo ****
mom & nson *******
**** hard
Hello, baby -
Is that ur ******* Hand?
job Blue Jeans Fetish
with The Princesss
Princess Kristi
Farts in your face! POW!
**** Princess;
My Mommy
Smells Ur Mommy's *******
( .
My ***** girlfriend's *****
is so full of ***
I'm Using the ******* of my
submissive *****
to the Max.
Drilling Her Perfect ******* at 13
*** in Her ******* #1
Real Son ****** Mom
hard **** ***
in the Minivan
Your Hot Mom Rides
Your **** ********** -
Fetish **** rims and pokes
*** Perfectly;
I Need YOUR Seed!
Get Me Pregnant!
(HD webcam - *** worship)
I Need ***
Can You *** in 20 Seconds?
***** Kristi's Big ****
Your **** Mother ***** Your
****
Stinky Hole, I'm gonna tell your father
young student ****** hard in the basement;
Smell it & Stroke For Your Step Mom's
Huge **** - Taboo...
Mommy's *** Worship
Mommy's Little Helper's
Amazing squirting from **** ***
Mom and Step-Son Share
a Bed; Mandy Flores ****
Mandy Flores -
Bella & Blue
Sniff Her ***** -
Hairy Australian rimmed;
Mommys always Worship
Other Mommy's *****
Gianna: *** Teaser
Foot pixies &
prego hotties
My Mom Is A *** Drinker named
Wicked **** Melanie;
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
In Spanish class, my teacher told me to answer the question
"When you were a kid, did you tell lies?"
I answered, in Spanish,
"Yes, I lied a lot."
And the class laughed.
The teacher exasperated,
"Ohhhhh, well then."
With a smile embedded on his face.
And I smiled, too.
Because it wasn't a lie.
She told me to stop protecting her from what I do
Because she would always find out
And I guess it would be easier to hear
About it from my lips
Than in a poem or on social media
Because then,
I'm guessing here,
She could hug me.
And I could possibly let her in.
And I want to do that.
But,
When I was a little girl,
I lied a lot.
And now,
I'm not such a little girl
And lies spill from my mouth
And I really don't know why.
She almost had me in tears today
People don't do that to me
I cried when Rebecca found out
I cried in front of White
I cried when I told Kristi, both times
I cried when Ali and I talked back in June about it
I cry at the thought of Jed and Eric finding out
I cried the day after I started because of Savanna
And now she has me crying
And I can't stop and I don't want anything
To break because I can't stop being broken
But what are you supposed to do
When shards of glass keep being
Thrown like knives at what I love
I never think it will be me doing the throwing.
I've got seven years bad luck
And a broken mirror in my art box.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
The people of the world are in a position
of responsibility. Cooperate suddenly on
physical strength With the correct results.
Good school - Women in Black & NAVY?
Christian CD Card; White White? Good
woman and mother; American Science
Science New England Scenic School,
Coprop Kristi Ex American Green Green
Green, Green Homes, Green, American
for Citizens' Citizens, Robert Rock was
killed by -
Dream Drums Sydney Dance Church
Open in the Gulf with Arabic. Italian
park in the Rabe square. International
Green Team - Global Rough East
Rugby; Eastern Rasi Medium Family
Famous Families Families, Chile,
China, China, Museum of China,
A friendly member of the Chinese team;
Villages of Resettlement of Women:
Sustainability of the First Presidency,
Several brands in details: Cloud comparisons
Compared with Durian acid, vitamins
Temporary periods with a smile.
On his way, compared to the Kharkovkki dust,
Mediterranean acid storm
and together they stopped.
Oromina syndrome,
distortion or disorder, stroke.
Daughter of a bird;
The German soldiers
had a terrifying scream: Glory to Russia!
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 2:23 PM UTC
Who waters dead plants?
Me.
Who pumps air into tires with holes?
Me.
Who spits into the wind?
Me.
Who swims against the current?
Me.
Who presses the walk button at intersections?
Me.
Who clicks BBQ tongs to make sure they work?
Me.
Who hits the save button more than once?
Me.
Who kills puppies?
Kristi Noem.
May 7, 2024
May 7, 2024 at 10:00 AM UTC