Closing the Cafe
Like the spirited workers
they are
moving back and forth, in and out,
around the tables.
~it is late, almost
time to go~
A long day for young ones
attending school and their tasks
here,
setting tables, serving, cleaning, and preparing.
I write, listen to the mummers
of the future,
dreams worked for coming true.
Like the good workers
they are
each one moving on,
while I linger slow,
writing on and on
thinking about them~
January 5, 2012
MightyBell– Day 4 Notice a Person
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Love all of the movement and thought pattern, flowing through this peice, Jane!
Jane, this is wonderful! Just came home from a lunch date with my husband who is back to work. I noticed the staff as they went about their work, giving smiles and thoughtful deliveries of food to tables. Your poem is a tribute to the every day!