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 MatthewsAugustContinue reading “Rattish Mother, Brattish Child”