One Family Up a Hill
There is a place we can go
When our feelings are low,
Where the wild winds blow,
The cobwebs of trauma away.
A place that Stig and daddy enjoy,
Cathartic for him and the boy,
A walking and talking foray.
Sometimes we too,
Mummy and Tink, accompany you,
And as a family we make the ascent.
To the top of a hill,
Where the view there will fill,
Your heart with the greatest content.
The grandest of landscapes,
Can be seen all around,
And the largest of worries are no longer found.
For the briefest of times
And bodies held together by pain,
Relax and revive,
We feel glad to be alive,
And together as a family up a hill.
If you recognise the places we visit please do not mention them in your comments, as we would like to keep our location private.