Summer already seems a distant memory...

The weather has turned autumnal almost over night and my mind has wistfully wandered back to reflect past summers, and how different holidays are with and without children in tow. Both are wonderful in their own way, so I wrote a short poem highlighting some of the differences. There are many more, of course. Can you think of any? I'd love to read some in the comments!

Holidays without kids 

Gaze through a window and take in the view 

Rummage in drawers and find a corkscrew 

Pop a good bottle of full-bodied red 

Watch the sun setting, then snuggle in bed. 

Holidays with kids 

Clatter upstairs to ‘first dibs’ bedrooms 

Play hide and seek in a cupboard of brooms 

Picnic pizza in the garden for tea 

Then a ramble to clamber the best climbing tree. 

Pen Avey 2024