Outside,
is where you are best,
outside,
and with me,
inside as I sit,
drinking my coffee in peace,
you make funny faces through the window,
yes, you the youngster,
you, with the extra energy,
you, who your mother seems to have trouble controlling,
yes, you, you are delighted to see,
and you make me laugh,
and you are a terrible handful for your mother,
by the looks of things,
but it is funny to me to see,
you making those faces,
and great to see that exuberance,
that joy of life,
that excitement in the eyes,
that mischievous look,
and oh, the laughter,
you bring to me and the smiles,
the smiles as I drink my coffee,
on the inside,
and you on the outside,
you plague your mother,
with your exuberance,
and the people passing by.
