A Poem For Kristen and Nate
The boys they all loved her
A real Southern Peach.
They wined her and dined her
But she was out of their reach
Ambitious and pretty
She reached for the stars.
But deep in her psyche
She carried some scars.
Life's full of surprises
It's part of the plan.
Her heart was won over,
By a red-headed man.
It seems awfully naive to think that you're the only ones
In such a vast universe you know so little about.
There are millions and millions of planets, moons, and suns
That can harbor the possibility of life, throughout.
The smartest people of the human race on planet Earth
Can't even fathom the knowledge of what really exists.
Your species is so young, comparatively, in its birth
To what's really out there beyond that with which you subsist.
I'm of a species that your mind can't even understand.
We came to Earth millions of years before you existed.
We stuck around longer than we originally planned.
When it was time to leave, many of our kind resisted.
So, we left them behind, something many of us regret.
But we thought, at the time, that it was the right thing to do.
Our friends died a horrible death, and we were so upset.
We all took a vow to never again return to you.
But you dig up their bones like some sort of disgusting prize.
You rebuild them and put them in museums on display.
Soon, you will be gone and after your horrible demise,
We'll return to Earth and bury them in a proper way.
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
kristen is a magazine girl
beautifully portrayed in the glossy pictures of fashion
wonderfully articulated on silver screen
down to earth girl with a wickedly beautiful presence
thouse green eyes are simply magical
in paris fashion lace she is delicious
but her beauty is best illustrated in t-shirt and jeans
down to earth girl full of life
she shines in spite of hollywood
standing beautiful in sunlight rather than limelight
dreamy poet and artist
weaving her hearts light into beautiful visions of ink
legendary magazine girl
kristen stewart is one of a kind
In the beginning God created heaven and earth
And the baby doll, with a dollop of almond paste
Mixed with juice of rose petals and lemon, chaste
Cheeks are apple pulp and chin slumbering dew
Eyes are virgin birth, face golden moon in pew
Hair is sunset glow bathing in orange juice mirth
The baby is Kristen Stewart our dream’s rebirth.
A name carried by a blood relation
The Christ Bearer, Celtic you see.
I wasn't aware, yet an Irish devotee
No wonder I feel the green sensation.
One day I felt the need the ink
Myself with a tattoo
A shamrock perfect out of the blue
Where is my missing link?
My eyes glow green that pierce your skin
Now it all makes sense
All the mystery and suspense
In the end my gut did win.
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