Ten Minute Wait
Strolled in
to my barbers Friday evening
Typical wait
(10 minutes)
No problem,
except two people
bothering me.
A mother
while she coddles her son
with one wavy arm
In tight clothes
A ring bigger than Texas...
not a word spoken between them
both on their fancy I phones
Son,
strolling through Facebook
Mother staying busy with games,
starring into it as if it were a big mac
I watched
cursing in my head
Other waiting people
stuck on their cool new entertainment
Nobody talks
Nobody thinks
10 spare minutes
scares the *****out of people
Time to get her son’s haircut
He, atleast 10
She walks over and
instructs the barber
what her son needs
probably never making
a decision for himself
He'll grow as she
becoming a winner
Copyright © Frank Guglietta | Year Posted 2013
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