Sundays

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Sunday 12th January 

Sundays are gentle
Soft and slow
A quiet rhythm 
A peaceful flow
The world moves calmly
Free from haste
A day for dreams
For time to waste

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

Back home

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Saturday 11th January 

Back home
Beneath grey-lit skies
Where misty damp
In silence lies
The air is heavy
Soft and still
It clings to earth
And wraps the hill

The streets are wet
The world subdued
A quiet holds
The somber mood
Familiar scents
The cold, the rains
Bring echoes
Of what still remains

Though dreary clouds
May dim the view
There’s comfort
In what’s tried and true
For home is more
Than sunlit cheer
It’s the place
That holds us near

Love you so much
Treasured sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

Leisurely lounging

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Wednesday 8th January 

Leisurely lounging
In the lap of the day
Slowly strolling
Where yachts gently sway
Aimlessly ambling
Through life's simple pleasure
Peacefully pacing
Finding solace in measure
Mindfully meandering
No rush, no race
Simply sauntering
At an easygoing pace

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

A rainy morning

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Monday 6th January 

A rainy morning
Greets the dawn
The clouds above
Will soon be gone

By afternoon
The skies clear
The sun, a brilliant
Glowing sphere

The sea reflects
The azure sky
The promenade
Full of passers-by

In Benalmádena
Yachts rock and sway
A tasty ice-cream
To end the day

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

Diá de Los Reyes

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Sunday 5th January 

Beneath the Andalusian
Sun's bright gaze
With streets alive 
A vibrant festive maze

The Three Kings Parade
Of Fuengirola begins
Joy in every corner
Gently twists and spins

The bustling crowd 
All faces turned to see
The floats adorned
With pomp and majesty

The regal trio
Wise and grand in sight
Bring tales of wonder
Love, and light

Children's laughter
Rings out with chimes
A shower of joy
In these happy times

As jellied sweets rain
From high above the crowd
Where young and old
Wrapped in mirth unbowed

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

Saturday morning market

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Saturday 4th January 

Saturday morning market
Stalls with colours bright and bold
Meandering in the sunshine
A feast for the senses to behold

Vendors call with voices loud 
Showcasing their many wares
Clothes and bags, and handmade crafts
Set out on tables and chairs

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx