Growing Up

Running around and enjoying the day 

My mother waving us in 

We were young children eager to play 

All of us together as kin 

Over the years it had to be sold 

Taking one last look and closing the door 

Losing the hearth felt so cold 

Hoping that there could be more 

Searching for a place to call my own 

Like a plant beginning to flower 

But memories seem like something that can't be outgrown 

Leaving my natural home took endless power

Till suddenly there's place of my own 

That reminds me of my childhood home