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



Published by donmatthewspoetry

I just like playing around with words. And having fun

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