Poetry Break

Before I fold 3 loads of laundry, re-weed the front yard, empty the dishwasher, spot clean the carpet and find time to paint my nails, I thought I would share with you a poem I wrote - dedicated the the adorable, little old lady that works at my Dunkin Donuts. She looks like a real spitfire and I sort of want to be her when I grow up.

“Bee”

She works

behind the counter

serving coffee,

each of her movements

slow,

deliberate.

She calls the

young girls

“honey” and “sweetie”

and remembers

back to a time

when she was a

“honey” and a “sweetie”.

But she's grateful

for her age

her wisdom,

grateful that now

her life is as simple

as serving donuts

with a smile.