-The Cafe
Each morning she goes to the cafe
Arrives 10am on the dot
Orders the same every morning
Lemon slice and English Breakfast in a pot
The staff are friendly and greet her by name
They all know the lovely old dear
She has been going there every day
Each morning for the past four years
She loves watching the comings and goings
Of the vibrant bustling cafe
Occasionally exchanging pleasantries
With other regulars she sees each day
She lost her husband five years ago
Kindred spirits married forever and a day
Her children now lived far and wide
Visit when they can get away
She always stays at the cafe for an hour
Before she wanders slowly home
To a her empty house full of memories
Silently awaiting tomorrow morning …all alone!
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Deb M | Year Posted 2022
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