Gently lolling heads
on the back-seat, an early start
to leave Scotland before
we fully awaken
Excitement builds with every mile
Are we nearly there?
interspersed with eye-spy
"my old man doesn't like tea"
the sun with his headwear firmly on
Crossing a bridge, our wonder-island approaches
containing our Great Auntie
generous in size and sweets
with added sand, sea and dog
A holiday commences
sun-packed days of laughs and Ludo, hugs
till a day later - it seems-
Do we have to go home now, Daddy?