An Ode to Holidays
How I love the sun always being switched on
The soft white sand melting into my feet and fingers
The complete stillness of the perfect paradise
How I love the crystal clear waters covering my feet, calf then knees
The exotic multi-coloured fish swimming too close to your toes
And the legs getting used to the cool water from the hot sun
How I love eating out and sleeping in
No cooking, no cleaning, and no guilt
No deadlines, no housework, no lists.
Massages at will and all-inclusive cocktails on the beach
No kids, no stress, no worries,
How I long for those carefree holidays!
An accountant and a Mum 
Lovely – you made me want to go on holiday 🙂
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Thanks! I love holidays. I think I want to go on one now too!
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I liked the sun being switched on. Nice metaphor.
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Thanks! My top priority for going on holiday. I need and notice the sun.
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Oh that sounds so good. How I long for that holiday too! Very sweet and happy poem. Now I need to plan a holiday 🙂
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It’s a mixture of all the best bits of all the holidays I’ve been on so far. But I think our holiday to Cuba is the closest to this poem.
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