Dude

Baby sister was playing.
While i sat on the waiting couch.
Everything seemed nice.
Until came a mean angry grouch.

Her son wanted money.
To play on the game machines.
"Is that it, Mom ?"said the son.
Mother screamed "What do you mean"?

She sat next to me.
Blabbing on the phone.
Chewing gum in a loud voice.
She kept maximizing her tone.

Son came again.
To present his mama a teddy bear he won.
She told her son to keep it.
And blurted, " Let's go, we're done".

I kept looking at him and smiled.
While his mother was still talking on her cell.
He looked at me, and lowered his head.
His face began to swell.

The child wanted to cry.
But constrained himself like a man.
He was forced to go.
He'd come back to play if he can.

One day, he'll grow up.
To be a strong, amazing dude.
I say this because he kept polite.
Although his age allowed him to be rude.