Outside next to the pond in the flower scented air.
My aunt asked me if I was capable
of building on the new idea.
I said yes with the tone of "how could you even ask".
Suddenly my son Phil came out to provoke her.
The air and the sun must have woken him.
As we went in for lunch I was told
the month of may had come to visit me in person.
He was interrupted at every word by my impatient son.
And left before the great breakfast.
Before me were the scribbles of my son,
and how he quibbled stunned me.
Neither the paradise sun
or the heavenly air would calm that boy.
Blankets coated in sleeping agent and soft
rock music wouldn´t put him to sleep.
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