CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

There are so many memories about growing up in our little home that use to be where Mom's is now. In fact, I just can't get all my thoughts in to one document because I remember so much about living there. This is my poem:

Childhood Memories of
Our Little Home
By: Janette - April 2009
Our little home was as quaint as could be,
With flowers planted ‘round it along with some trees.
It was built by our Grandpa and our Dad helped too,
A place for us to live with the mountains to view.
Even though our home was little inside,
When we played we’d always find places to hide.
Our little home is where we would play, eat and sleep,
Naturally, love and laughter is what we would reap.
We were assigned our own little bit of chores,
But once they were done it was time to explore.
Our little home was on the ridge of the hollow,
Down the hill I would go with someone who’d follow.
There were four of us girls in our little home,
Even though there were flaws it was still our own.
Our little home is where we were raised for awhile,
Even through hard times there were still lots of smiles.
Our little home is where we would feel safe and sound,
It’s where we would come when we were homeward bound.
Later on down the road an upgrade was in need,
Mom and Dad told us all and that they had agreed.
To a new bigger home is where we went,
The day of that move was a BIG event.
Of our little home where us girls got our start,
Will always be memories stored in the bottom of my heart.