This poem was written in loving Memory of Aaron...
by a close friend of my daughters who knew Aaron for ten years.
Yet to be a great dad
Or to marry a young lass
He had two nephews and a niece
And in them he found peace
Yet to own his own wheels
Nor to know how it feels
But in just two weeks he grew his wings
Another angel God brings
So we have to ask ourselves why
To such an amazing young guy
All the HATE in this place
Why to HIS innocent face
A mother, father, and sister are left to mourn
Then God says have some joy, Chiara is born
But only for a moment can anyone rejoice
Because reality sets in and we've lost Aaron's voice
But in us he'll live by memories and dreams
And one day we will meet him again, so it seems
So we hold on to hope that we will find some resolve
And leave all this wonder once again for God to solve...