the crying baby

the mother,
eating and talking
with a man,
she may or
may not know,
ignores her
baby crying
in the restaurant
as everyone
whispers
and shakes their
head, wondering
what a baby
is doing here
on a Saturday
night
in a high
chair next
to the white
linen table
where a bottle
of wine sits.
where there
are flowers,
and a lit candle.
soft music
can almost be
heard
if that baby
wasn't crying.
it all means
something, but you
aren't sure what.