Ara

What you can't find,it's that sort of kind.
If you really look,for what love took.
Seeing isn't believing,keep on retrieving.
What you can't find,it's that sort of kind.
Maybe these lies snagged,what your very heart lagged.
It's cruel to think,and now I shrink.
What did love take?It took what's at stake.
Now our lives are on the line.
Please give us a sign.
Love snagged your heart,Keep looking for that part.
Now you come to a dead end,don't fret, don't trend.
It'll be alright,don't get uptight
.Things will turn,and things we'll learn.
Do not struggle, alright?Everything's in sight.
We'll fight for our lives,Our fears will come in fives.
We'll solve this mystery,like making history.
It may take long,but we can be strong.
We have to take the right route,and love, things will turn out.
Dedicated to: Someone in Particular...


*My oldest daughter, wrote the poem above. I love reading her stuff. She loves to write. I think, she is very talented. More recently she has become a bigger fan of music. I remember when she was little, maybe about 6 years old, asking her who her favorite band was...She replied, "Raffi." Raffi is a children's singer. I smiled at this. Now, asking her this same question I get answers like, "Guns N' Roses, The Beatles, The Strokes, Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs and AC/DC. I know that she has always loved music. Even when she was in the womb. I remember being pregnant with her (at the very young age of 16) and listening to music on my headphones. I would always place the headphones over my belly and she would kick like crazy in there. I had a lot of friends that were in bands back then. I would go to the all ages shows, big pregnant belly and all. Ara would again, kick like crazy in there! Once she came out....it was more music. I have very found memories of her, at about the age of 10 months, crawling over to the stereo, pulling herself up to stand, and rocking out to "Screeching Weasel" on of my favorite bands at the time. She would bounce up and down, shake her head back and forth and sing away, in her baby language. Its no surprise to me, that she is still so fawnd of music. She aspires to become an author/illustrator, but is now admitting that she would love to start a band, and write songs. She is learning how to play the guitar. I really would love to see her dream come true. I know it is possible. She is aware, that the chances of becoming a "Rock Star" is slim to none, but knows that starting a band with friends, playing local shows...is a real possibility. I remember when I was her age, wanting the same thing. I was just to scared to actually do it. She is so amazing to me. I love her so much. She is my favorite writer. She has changed so much, and there is a big part of me that just wants to hold her, and keep her the way she is forever. She is a good role model for her brother and younger sister. She is Ara. She is my hero. Her dad and I were much too young to be having babies, but if you met Ara...you'd see and know that she is very unique. She really is proof that it takes a village to raise a child. Her dad and I have been blessed in that we have had many, many hands in raising her...and still do. Her dad and I are both married to other people. We are so lucky that we were able to find good people to spend our lives with. These same people, want nothing but the best for Ara...and will stop at nothing to help with all her needs. I was watching Ara, on the way to school this morning. Watching the way she sat there. Watching the way she carried herself. She looked in such deep thought. She is so comforting to me. I am so proud of her. I look forward to seeing what unfolds in the next year or so.