Poem: Garden

I have a garden that I adore
It beckons me to plant more
What grows within is an art
That I cherish with my heart.

Kristi Patterson
April 16, 2012

Poem: About our Savior

Before Christ was born He was known
Many prophets taught that our sins He will atone
He came to earth so we can live again
He died for all children, women and men
Our Savior, Jesus Christ, feels our pain
For He did not suffer and die in vain
He loves each of more than we can ever try to understand
For we see the nail prints in His mighty hands
He is the truth and the light
Yet there is a power darker than night
Who knows mankind with unknown powers
He tempts and taunts us throughout the hours
Our Savior wants us to succeed each day
To conquer the darkness and choose Christ’s way
To follow Him and to faithfully endure
And try to remain clean and pure
Through repentance and a broken heart
For Christ needs us to do our part
The way may be difficult it may seem
That is why our Savior died for our sin’s He did redeem

Kristi Patterson
Written March 1996

Poem: Ministering Sisters

Ministering Sisters can be such a sweet blessing
To each of our own lives it is so enriching
As sisters we serve with compassion
Charity on earth is our divine mission
When we are in the service of our sister
We are in the service of Heavenly Father
Such beautiful gifts were granted to women
To use on earth to prepare us for heaven
Let us each practice virtue and holiness
By willingly serving in ways that are selfless
Our sisters are important all the time
So we must lovingly be aware of the climb
Another great blessing is the ability
To get to know each sisters sweet personality
We lift, strengthen, empower, fortify and bless
We love, comfort, encourage, through our kindness
For great is our joy when we serve today
All these things I hope that we will remember I do pray

Kristi Patterson
Written March 2009


Originally this poem was about visiting teaching. I changed the words to Ministering Sisters since we now minister. The words fit perfectly to describe us as ministering sisters.

In Harris Ward of the Gilbert Stapley Stake we had a visiting teaching conference in March 2009. Caren Bevan who was the Relief Society president asked me to write a poem to read to all the ward sisters about Visiting  Teaching.  I was asked to read the poem during our visiting teaching conference. I prayed much over what I would write. I studied scriptures and read talks given by prophets, like Spencer W. Kimball and the General Relief Society Presidency. While doing my daily scriptures study a thought would come to my mind and I would quickly write it down. I was thus truly inspired when I wrote this poem.

Love~Wisdom~Trust

I would like to write about Love
Not just any kind, it is from above
It’s about the love of our dear Father
Our Heavenly Father, who loves us as no other
He sent a perfect example of how we should be
To someday gain the reward of celestial eternity

Next I write about Wisdom
The wisdom it takes to return to His kingdom
We came to earth to learn and to grow
Through our trials and mistakes we come to know
Of His loves He shows through the repentance process
His son, Jesus Christ, died so we could obtain forgiveness
Not only does our Father in Heaven has love for you and I
Our Savior proved His great love the day He died

Last I write about Trust
To have faith in God is definitely a must
He showed the way so we now should follow
The pathway of the Iron Rod for all our tomorrows
We were bestowed the greatest gift and treasure
So awesome and great we cannot dare measure
I so trust my Savior and my Father in Heaven
In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen

Kristi Harmon
Written spring of 1996

My dear Savior

I fall at your feet,

I am a lost little sheep,

I ask of thee,

I ask that thou would love me,

I desire of thee to hear my prayer,

I give thanks my dear redeemer!

Kristi Patterson
Written in 2000

Poem: Someone

Someone died

Someone took the pains that we have

That selfless Someone was crucified

Someone led the way
Someone gave His all
What wondrous love that Someone displayed

Someone loves me
Someone loves you too
That glorious Someone has set us free

Someone is very near

Someone is the source of light
That marvelous Someone will lend an ear

Someone inspired me to write this story
Someone touched my soul
That magnificent Someone gave His Father glory

Kristi Patterson
June 15, 1995

Poem: My Special Gift

I’ve been given a gift
That touches my heart
That blesses me so
That I dare would part

The gift that I have
That I love so dear
Is being that of a mother
It brings to my eye so many a tear

They were given to me
To raise all life through
To love, teach and guide
Be a friend for them too

I have plans for my children
To yet come to my home
To give them a life
Heaven is where they now roam

I love them now
I think of those precious children
Who need me, their future mother
To show them Christ’s plan

What a special gift
To call these children mine
To love all my children
Through the rest of time

Kristi Patterson
Written October 1997

Poem: Dad and apple pie

Dad, dad our great
And awesome dad.
Oh, how we love
Our wonderful dad.

He’s kind, special
And wonderful too.
He was sent to earth
Just for me and you.

We are glad Heavenly Father
Has sent him to us.
Oh, how we love
Our dad so very much.

He is so sweet
Like an apple pie,
Or maybe chocolate milk
My, oh my.

We are thankful
For Father’s Day.
To honor our dad
In a very special way!

Wrote this in June 2000. I was asked to write a poem for Father's Day and each dad at church was going to get a slice of apple pie. So I was asked to add the words "apple pie" in the poem. Silly poem I know, but I had fun writing it.

Poem: Smiles

Smiles are better for you
Smiles are uplifting too
Smiles are flattering
Smiles are mesmerizing
Smiles are pretty
Smiles are easy
Smiles are contagious
Smiles are such a must

Written by Kristi Patterson
May 29, 2009

Poem: Twin Sisters

Twin sisters Kindsey and Kendree went to school
It was winter so they were wearing all wool
The snow was so pretty that they wanted to play
They wanted to stay outside all the long day
When the bell rang the girls headed for class
As soon as they saw their teacher they wanted a pass
A pass so they could play in the snow
Yet their teacher said to them, "no, no no!"
So they sat down and stared out the window
They looked out the window at the beautiful snow
When school was over they ran threw the door
The girls wanted to play more and more
Snow balls were thrown, angels were made, they had fun all day
Kindsey and Kendree did not want to stop their play

Kristi Patterson
Written October 2002

Poem: Cookies

Cookies come in many a variety
Different textures, some are pretty.

Cookies are fun to mix and bake
I know what I want to make.

Cookies with nuts a great too
Or leave them out, it is up to you.

Cookies make a wonderful gift
Just what one needs for a lift.

Cookies are welcome at gatherings
Why not? They are quite pleasing.

Cookies are mouthwatering food
Everyone loves them for they are plain good!

Kristi Patterson

Poem: Being a Mother

What is it like being a mother?
It is having joy like no other.
The popular expression may be…
Being a mom is not always easy!
If you are a mother you are blessed,
It may not seem that way with little rest.
Good days and bad days blend together,
Your emotions can change like the weather.
You can be tired, cranky and frustrated,
And looking forward to going to bed,
But to hear your little one say, “I love you”,
Makes it worthwhile everything you do.
It does help to continually remember,
You chose this role of being a mother.
Another common phrase you will hear,
It is worth it! Even with a shedding of a tear.
Perfection is not required but doing your best,
Your job is to prepare your child to leave the nest.
Be careful not to judge yourself too harshly,
You weren’t mean to be a mom faultlessly!
Love your children and always yourself,
Being a mother is worth more than any wealth!

Kristi Patterson
September 16, 2010

Poem: I'm So Mean

I’m so mean, I make you clean your room
I’m so mean, You have to use the broom
I’m so mean, You are served healthy meals
I’m so mean, A shower you have to take
I’m so mean, I share the cookies I will make

I’m so mean, I make you brush your teeth twice a day

I’m so mean, That when chores are done you get to play
I’m so mean, I make you go to bed
I'm so mean, Enough said

Kristi Patterson
Written July 27, 2011


Poem inspired by my kids. Not too long ago this summer one of my daughters told me I am a mean mom. This day my daughter was fighting me on taking a shower. Anyways I starting to sing a song using similar words. I decided to make the words into a poem.

Poem: My Daughter Hillary

A wonderful thought I would like to share

Is a message that is dear to my heart

It is a part of my love for a beautiful child

Of a daughter of mine, a daughter of God

Not another thing can quite compare

What a blessing it is to see such a gift

A gift from Heavenly Father

A father who loves me as Hillary’s mother

A mother who has been given a special assignment

To teach her babe and to give her a lift

Through the coming of my daughter, my special little girl

I have learned a glorious lesson of what selfless love is

The love I have for her is very great

As I look at her my heart is exceedingly full

Her marvelous beauty conquers that of a pearl

I wish with all that is in me for her to succeed in life

And to also have success in heaven

I want to share an eternity with her

I want to share in the joys as her mother and as her friend

I look forward to watching her to someday become a wife

She is here for me to learn and to grow

To learn what it is like to be a mother

I am blessed to have her here with me

I am fortunate to be able to teach her

To teach her I love her and I hope she will always know

I know she will have dealings with strife

Her life will be full of learning and growth

I want her to be strong and fight for good

I want her to make the right choices

My goal for her is to have a wonderful life

She I do hope will learn to love those around her

To share her gifts that she has been given

She helps me in ways I hold dear to my heart

I know she will help others in need

I am thankful she was chosen to be sent to earth

I love her and I adore my little Hillary

She has been a special blessing to me

I am grateful for God for sending her to me

She’s in my thoughts and always in my heart

I shall forever love my sweet daughter Hillary

Kristi Patterson
Written August 27, 1995

Poem: Your Eyes

Your eyes so enthrall me
I get weak in the knees
It moves me like thunder
I feel I’d fall and plunder
I love them at the same moment
They look so beautiful and evident
Of the power that is within you
To make you exquisite and true
As I gaze into your eyes
I either see wreckage or paradise
I wonder what you think of
Maybe you look at me with love
For that is what I think of you
The love I feel for you each day grows new
I shall remember you forever
For your eyes work like a lure
A link between heaven and earth
I know your soul is filled with worth
Compassion and love I have for you
Do you not know what for you I would do
Your eyes are shining and are bright
I see goodness in you with all your might
When I read you this think of me
For your eyes so enthrall me


Kristi Patterson
February 15, 2004

Poem: In Memory of our Grandmother

Because of our Savior's love
Our Grandmother will be,
With all those
Who love her in eternity.
She will be embraced
With welcoming love,
By those who have been
Waiting for her from above.
Yes she is missed by,
So many that are here today.
She was indeed loved
In so many ways.
She is a daughter, a sister,
An eternal wife, a mother,
A grandmother, a cousin,
a niece, and aunt,
A friend, an example,
A daughter of God!
Because of our Father in Heaven,
She came to earth.
To learn His plan, to grow in faith,
And endure holding onto the rod.
This poem is written in love,
For our Grandmother...
Rosetta Belle Hardy
And for all those who love her so.
Especially her Savior, He loves her
Because of Him there is hope.
For all of us here comes the
Promised blessings of eternity.
I mourn at her passing,
Like so many of you,
Yet we know that someday
We will see her again,
If we endure to the end like,
Our Grandmother holding onto the rod.


Kristi Patterson
Written November 1997


I was blessed with the great opportunity to know my Grandma Hardy and love her very much. I was asked to write a poem for her funeral. After prayer and much thought these words came to mind. I hope to see her again someday and my other relatives who were here before me.

Poem: FOOD

Food, glorious food,
Appetizing to the taste,
Yummy, scrumptious,
Let it not go to waste!

Food nurtures our body,
For strength and to sustain
Eating gives us contentment,
It can also be our gain.

Check your cupboards,
Find what pleases you,
Look in your fridge,
You know what to do.

Find a good recipe,
Or use your imagination,
Have fun and be creative,
Make your hearts sensation!

Share with someone,
A feast or a simple meal,
Satisfying another’s hunger,
Is quite a good deal!

Food, glorious food,
To eat with much pleasure,
We do have to eat to live,
In any variety or measure

Kristi Patterson
April 6, 2010

Poem: THE TEMPLE

There is a special place
I enter in
To help bring celestial life
To all women and men
The place is beautiful,
Divine and sacred
While there I am being
Spiritually fed
I knew I would go there since
I was a small child
To be ready we must be
Humble, meek and mild
Repentant and worthy
With a prayerful mind
Answers to questions,
Personal revelations to find
I have gratitude for the blessings
To able to enter therein
To feel close to our Father
While in there the veil is thin


Written by Kristi Patterson
February 7, 2010

Poem: FAMILIES ARE FOREVER

Families are forever
God is very clever
He wants us to love our families
That includes everyone in the family tree
Families are not perfect
At times life can get hectic
But if we all stay together
So we can be a family forever
Families should love unselfishly
And be united as a We
We should respect our mother and father
And cherish our sister and our brother
Families were destined for eternity
So please live with peace and harmony


Kristi Patterson 
Written 1997

Poem: I WALK ALONE

I walk alone
On stepping stone 

On graceful meadow

Through winds that blow

Yet someone is there
To hear my prayer
Who does love me
So dear and free

It makes me cry
The spirit touches my eye
As I look at beauty
To enjoy and see

Beauty covers the land
Made by God’s hands
Near mountain or hill
I listen to His will

As I walk through forest
I feel so blessed
That God made this earth
With all of it’s worth

Kristi Harmon
February 15, 2004