I walk up the stairs Moments of coming back Every summer flash Through my mind And I start to cry. The struggle to get Suitcases up and down, The many falls I took, Slipping halfway down Then sliding the rest of the way Everyone asking if I was okay. Little memories I will always Hold dear will forever remain In these walls. I loved it here. My mother’s home, where My grandparents raised Four children who went on To have children of their own. We all will always have special Ties to this place, to this home. It was a constant In my life for 25 years. I visited every summer This was my home Away from home. And now The chapter is closed.
Kelly Severseike 