Once upon a time.
Many moons ago,
Down where the green grass still grows,
I was born to a silvery blue river
that through the years had gotten bigger,
My name is Alexandria Cari,
"Defender of man kind"
DAMN, thats scary...
Cari After my mother and hers too,
Cari meaning the flowing...and flowing is what I do.
Poetry a trait my great mothers bestowed upon me.
Loving art literature and having passion is what make me free.
Born with my brother now its just him and me...
Alexander Crawford, such a strong name indeed.
Warrior and flowing is what his name means.
He is a poet. as well as mine.
Yet he speaks of war and the rightful design.
He is my obset even thou we are one.
He is my rock and he is never to be shunned.
His work barley as cheerful or right.
His words to fear when in sight...
My father a lone boy from far away,
In a land where its snow cast as the mists of may.
Mom from the free nation always so spoiled.
Dad so wonderfully uncoiled.
Mommy loved daddy...and thats just how it goes.
No night they weren't out and about...even when it snowed...
They were partners in crime.
mommy made more than a million rhymes...
And daddy read them all...
Thats just how it goes...
Daddy was always right...
Mommy being crazy was always up for a fight.
Yet at the end of the day their both always there to tuck us into bed at night...
Daddy wore funny cloths mommy always was cooking...
Bubba Zander always had a scowl on his face...
And poor little me always dressed in lace...
But mama loved daddy daddy loved her...
Bubba loved them both and i loved bubba...
People question or family today...but when it comes down to it this is all i ever say;
"Mama was there daddy too buba always busy and i never had anything to do... mum still loves dad dad still looks out for Zander. and though it all we become stronger."
Some say its strange for us to have lasted this long...
Yet even at a young age i knew it would last...
Even thou the young times have past...
we've made out love for each other last...
Even the ones who went by to fast...
