Four blue packets of fake sugar
Exactly four, no more no less
She adds the creamer, 2 small tubs, no more no less
Stirring the coffee exactly seven times clockwise
Exactly seven times counter clock wise, no more no less
Her red lipstick coated lips pursed
Her shrewed eyes watching my every move
"Oh miss?" She calls me
She's known me now for five years
Sees my name tag every day
And still she calls me "Oh miss?"
"An English muffin please, lightly toasted, no butter
Raspberry jam on the side please"
Same order every day for five years
I know exactly how to fix it up for her
Placing it n the counter before her
Today..for some strange reason she reaches out and pats my hand
"Oh miss, thank you dear.I want to tell you that today will be my last day here
You have always served me well, quickly without complaint, a smile upon your face
I want to thank you for your service, for your smile each day, but mostly I want to thank you
For being here, keeping this old woman company each morning"
She quietly ate her English muffin and drank her coffee
I , rendered speechless, watched her in awe
She rose and turned to leave, stopping at the door
Raised her hand in a little wave and off she went into the brightness of the day
I didn't really think much more it it for the rest of the day
Went on through my shift,through out the endless stream of errands
Cleaned up and went home, more errands, an endless stream
The day came to end, and I slipped into my bed, weary from standing all day
Drifted off to sleep, not a thought of the old woman, red lipstick coated pursed lips
Back at it again the next morning, the usual early morning crowds, busy as a bee I was
Never noticing the time, until I finally sat down, a much needed break
A cup of coffee, the newspaper in hand, reading on about the worlds difficulties
Coming to the obituaries, rarely do I read, when suddenly a picture catches my eye
Her words suddenly filling my head, I read the brief blurb written of her life
She knew..she wouldn't be coming back..her words a good bye , her words bringing tears to my eyes
Feeling her hand upon my own, patting it,whispered softly as if into the wind
Thank you.....

That was awesome sad but still awesome would be a great short story

oh such a beautiful story of life,, sad and so beautiful

That was special Rose...kind of reminds me of a poem I wrote about an old man I met in a park. It's nice how people cross your path and leave a remembrance of how they are and then they are gone. That was a beautiful story.

you truly have a gift for words..

you draw us into what you see and write..

so beautiful

so beautiful