Rattish Mother, Brattish Child

I’m in a cafe quietly drinking coffee
and reading the paper when:

I’m witnessing a child right now

To me, description brattish

The mother (tatooed) encourages

To me, description rattish



The child, to me, eventually

Will grow like mother, rattish

While I at moment must endure

A child performing brattish


They’ve gone….
Good riddance



Don Matthews
August 2020