Am I enough I ask myself regularly In my head When I’m in bed When I say night night to you and your lamby Am I doing enough with you Playing enough Being fun enough Nice enough Or am I snappy like a crocodile Roar like a lion a bit too much I thought I’d be a Fun Mum Wild and whacky Driving around Europe When you’re still in nappies Sleeping in campsites Which we just come across Finding idealic places when we get lost Going off piste Up a mountain Into a forest Sleeping in a meadow field Eating what we find Berries in the hedgerows Apples from an orchard Grapes from a hidden tree Catching fish from a stream Camping out under the stars But no I can manage 3 nights away in our van With next to no sleep And very few plans We can make it up on the spot Improvise Be spontaneous For a bit Toast mashmellows around the campfire Feel the grass Beneath our feet Before looking forward to coming back home Where old toys seem new The place doesn’t seem as messy I don’t feel so stressy I see our house with new eyes Your eyes My eyes Our eyes And the park that we go to nearly everyday Seems fresh and new Even I want to play So maybe A few nights away suits us for now And we can dream of being In far off lands The day will come When we make it to Africa And Denmark France and Spain When we immerse ourselves In other cultures Again and again But for now we’ll try to conquer Short breaks away in the van And be grateful for doing as well as we can.
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