The story behind the poem
poem describes our warm family semi-basement kitchen as it was early
one spring morning when I was going away, and the terrible feeling of
anguish I had at wrenching myself away from it and launching myself
into the unknown. I read it to my parents one time, and such was the
strength of my recollected feelings that I burst into tears. I used
to suffer terribly from homesickness, and I still do if ever I have to
go away. I often think that going to boarding school would have
destroyed me. Fortunately I never had to.
by Damaris West
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