George Anderson writes

A Grandson’s Plea

Max, 5 asks me curiously

one day:

“Is my dad your son?”

“Yes,” I reply tentatively.

“That means you’re his boss”.

“Yes, in some ways.”

You could clearly see 

the cogs turning

in Max’s head.

“Poppy,” he says, with

great conviction, 

“Tell my dad so LOUDLY

into his ear 

until it BLOWS 

out the back 

of his other ear

& OUT my ears

& OUT mommy’s ears

so we can ALL hear it:

STOP CIGARETTING!”

Mighty Scream --  Rivka Korf