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
This poem is about:
My family