Recently my childhood home, the place that shaped my childhood, The Ranch, has sold. I don't know if I believe it or if I ever will. For though it is a piece of my Mom I am losing, it is even more a piece of myself.
Here is a poem I wrote a few years ago, I am not sure I want to share it, but I feel it says how I feel about that home in mountains than anything else could. I am not a writer and don't really have a "flow" with words so to speak, so please excuse my many mistakes.
Honestly, that time in my life, those first few years, were like a fairy-tale. I could never describe the whole of it, the magical feeling, the peace, or joy. I had a childhood unlike anyone else I know, besides a few of my siblings perhaps. Those days were before Mom got sick, when she was healthy still and that is where I remember her. There in the kitchen, making apple pie, or trying out the old woodstove.
Those were the most precious days of my life.