Annelie has loved growing up here. In fact she has often told me that she never wants to leave. I know she feels that way because she has had a happy childhood here, where kids can be kids. They can build a tree house & play for hours acting out anything that the imagination can conjure up, build forts in the wash & play in the irrigation ditch. Now she talks to me about what college she wants to go to & what would look good on her college application. I am so happy for her, her future is so bright, If I could only stop crying whenever I think about it. This watching your kids grow up & leave you is tough stuff.
bare feet & grass stained pants.
As a youth a mood of overwhelm,
I don't know what inspired her to write it, but it comforts me. I can relate to those old wooden steps. I think this poem could also be from "the point of view of the Mother".