Family Holiday

My arm stretches up,

squeezing her hand, stumbling through

a forest of legs.

~

Afterwards we’ll laugh. Why are

we always rushing to catch the boat?

Every time, the very last time!

~

But today is different. Special.

All the people, waving, smiling, sharing food,

the laughter and joy, tears and singing!

~

Mum has been crying all day.

She keeps rubbing my back, squeezing my

hand tighter. And I know why.

~

The bad people are

sorry. They’re letting us go.

~

We’re going to see dad.

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