I unpacked my bags
Struggled with the knots
Pulled out the clothes to stow away
Breathed in the scent
The delicious scent
Of lavender, sun and home
And most importantly
The scent of a mother's love
I wanted to cry
But I'd promised I'd be strong
Anyways there'll always be the telephone

I love you Mummy...I miss home

I love you Daddy! I wish I could've seen more of you last hols...