Is a holiday a holiday when you wake up at 5.30am Is a holiday a holiday when I’m looking forward to another holiday to recover from this holiday Is a holiday a holiday when we leave our air bnb at 6.50am ready for the day Is a holiday a holiday when I’m looking forward to bed Or are these signs of a good time Of adventure Of excitement Of newness all around that blows your mind And where I lose mine. I’m trying to see a holiday through your eyes And I’m wondering what time tomorrow will start.
Budge up You say As you clamber into my warm, cosy bed The street lies quiet, not yet awake Thoughts of the working day flood my head Play Mummy play And I remind myself You won’t do this forever So enjoy it while I can You clutch your lamb In your dimpled hands Play cats Mummy Your laughter fills the room As I throw your lamb Across the bed You pounce on it like a cat And put it on my head A simple game makes you smile A gem in time I want to pocket And cherish for a while And I remind myself again You won’t do this forever So enjoy it while I can.
Have you done a poo yet Mummy? You ask loudly as we eat our Saturday morning croissants At the outside cafe near the park A small and busy cafe With just a few tables A queue beginning to form outside Your voice loud Loud and excited on a Saturday morning. I could lie or I could say it as it is I’ve never been very good at lying Yes I say Did you? Not yet you say And so the weekend begins With everyone around us up to date With the movements of the day so far.