Wednesday 4th September 

Streets of Tavira 
Where time softly flows 
Over shiny cobblestones 
Where history shows 
Old crumbling buildings 
Weathered and worn 
Hold stories of past lives 
Both joyful and torn 

Each step echoes through 
Alleyways with height 
Beneath balconies dressed 
In the afternoon light 
The charm of decay 
In each wall and stone 
A whisper of memories 
So long overgrown 

Love you so much 
Treasured sons 
Beloved Mum
xxxxx