My Nieces and Nephews

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Ethan is 5 years old

Ava is 8 months old

Mathew is 2 years old

Seairra is also 8 months old

Erica is 9 months old

My Poems

Where I'm From
Aaron Kane

I am from family get-togethers at my grandparents' farm,
from hay rides, and bingo, and walks throught the jungle of corn stalks.
I am from the 50 million relatives that I don't know,
from walking down that mile-long lane.

I am from Denny and Tina,
from my 7 brothers and sisters.
I am from Ethan, Mathew, Erica, Seairra, and Ava,
from dogs and cats, lizards and turtles, and all the other critters that we had.

I am from driving 800 miles every September in our old Town & Country,
from building sandcastles to boogie boarding with my best friend.
I am from hiking in the green rolling Appalachians,
from walking across the crystal clear mountain water,
wiggling though the evergreens.

I am from all these people, places, and times,
taken for granted until the day Steve died,
from old pictures and memories, frozen in time,
from laughing and crying with the people I love.
I am from moments, both wonderful and terrible,
from my family and friends, my favorite people in the world.

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Never Got to Say "Goodbye"
Aaron Kane

She had tears in her eyes,
and to my suprise,
my brother is dead,
thats all she said.

Through all the hugs and tears,
there was enough mourning to last through the years.
We drove to the farm,
lights were flashing with signs of alarm.

It was cold and rainy this October night,
the sky was lit by the faintest of light.
The clouds were crying tears of sorrow,
awaiting the morning, the sunshine tomarrow.

I saw the grieving faces all around me,
they were heartbroken, mournful, and melancholy.
Then there was Ethan playing with his train,
he had no idea of the sorrow, the pain.

She had tears in her eyes,
and to my surprise,
Steve was dead,
that was all she had said.

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Tokoda

Aaron Kane

We were at Ocean Isle,
I was just a child,
I thought my dad had lied,
when he said Tokoda had died.

I remember when we would play,
she ran so fast each day.
We got her when i was four,
I smiled when she came through that door.

She was soon to be put to sleep,
I could only weep.
She was burried in my backyard,
this loss was very hard.

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An Ode to Szechwan Chicken

Aaron Kane

Oh! Shangrila!
What a masterpiece you've made!
The zesty sauce, the creamy chicken!
Oh, how could I live without it?

Alas! I'm trapped like a marooned sailor on a hot, summer day,
when I smell that that taste bud tingling aroma!
My eyes widen, my mouth waters,
when my nose whiffs that familiar odor.

Suddenly, I'm in love, my eyes are watering, I can't blink!
I'm hypnotised, when I see that steam rising from that white, plastic container!
That luscious mix of sweetness, spice, and sour in a sauce, so enchanting!
I try to look away, but my eyes betray me.

I can hear you delightful little bundles of joy speaking to me, saying,
"Aaron eat me, EAT ME!"
My ears perk up when I hear the thrilling sound of the microwave beeping,
the sound that means I'll soon be in paradise!

You flirt with my tongue, as you creep ever closer to my lips!
You taste like a day in the Chinese countryside,
you are a sea of golden brown pleasure!
My mouth is speechless after taking that demanding CHOMP!

You feel like a walk through a field of daisies,
when you touch my lips.
My hands are jittery when the grasp the fork,
knowing that soon I'll be floating in a rainbow of flavour!

Szechwan Chicken, you are my love,
my true beloved companion,
whom I'll share many experiences with,
Szechwan Chicken, I love you!

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The Road of Life

Aaron Kane

Which one shall I choose?
Broad and spacious,
or narrow and cramped?
Pleasure and destruction,
or temptations and everlasting life?

I shall choose life,
narrow and cramped,
this road is,
but I will throw my burden on Jehovah,
and he will make my path straight!

I have kept my eyes on the prize,
and I see it there before me!
My love for Him has proved its worth,
time and time again!
My love for God will grow, forever and always!

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*all of these poems were for school