Missing Kristen

Missing Kristen Bright blue eyes that sparkle; And gentle chestnut curls. She dances through my heart strings; My skinny baby girl. So proud to be her Grandma; Even though I'm kind of fat. I chased her round my garden; While she shouted, "I want that." I miss her so this morning, My skinny baby girl. Though she's gone to Mississippi; She's right here in my world. She's in my broken what-nots; In the pictures on my wall. In the stains there on my sofa. She's my baby after all. My first beloved Grandchild; Little keeper of my heart. I am missing little Kristen, Though I know we'll never part. There's a bit of me inside her; She's my Grandchild after all. And a bit of my dear husband; And our families one and all. She is so much like her Mother, Yet also like her Dad. Though she fractures my best china, I will never call her bad. We are always linked together; By duty and by love By the design of our great maker Our Lord and God above. Yet I'm missing my Granddaughter Though she leaves me in a whirl. My big-footed, darling Kristen; My skinny baby girl