To leave your childhood home
that was our part of the family tree
is to give away an album of love
where I grew within its branches and
leaves.
Lives lived with Christmas to mark
our year,
setting up the tree
with carols spreading cheer.
Remember the days of sunshine
and long winter nights,
napping on the sofa
lit with Holiday lights?
Laughter and sorrow
were todays and tomorrows,
memories endearing,
always within my mind appearing.
To leave the childhood home
means the children have all grown.
