The children have finished their holiday Packed up the tent ,paid the rent Been to the shop for presents forgot Awaiting the taxi to catch the train Standing together in the pouring rain Gazing at the patch of green Where yesterday their belongings had been Now no longer part of life The playground and the roundabout The beach with its incoming tides The chips and funny seaside rides Saying goodbye is not much fun Friendships made, places to eat Treading new ground under feet. Holidays open ones eyes To adventures full of surprise Takes one from the daily grind Bringing hope and sunshine.
Love Mary
Lizzie and her eight children on holiday in a tent.