She is a waitress
At a local Dive
Yet she is a godess
All devine
Whirling dancing
Across the floor
like gravity can not touch her
Delivering trays
Or wriping off tables
She is spellbinding
As she gracefully moves
Her voice loke Heaven when she speaks
She is much more than another woman of this Earth
Her beauty
Her style
Her grace
They all seem to be of a higher power
One we mere humans can not comprehend
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Author:
Tony36 (
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Good write, Tony. Enjoyed the read.
Thank you
Poem of grace in simple cloths, of beauty as a commoner, goddess in disguise. A most lovely write Tony and so well done
Thank you
You are most welcome
Nicely said. I enjoy the read.
Thank you
Well, thus elevated to heights hitherto only privately envisioned, the lowly job becomes a glorified thing and servitude seems a tad less humiliating. Lovely. Rendered to effect with excellent imagery and a curious poignancy, thank you for sharing.
Thank you
I hope this one is true Tony
We all need to see beyond the dive to what to inside
Much enjoyed
Thank you, I gave her a copy of the poem, she liked it
This reads like the same waitress I met a few years back in a roadside diner in Baton Rouge .. I stopped to buy a coffee having just been given a speeding ticket ..
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Enjoyable Read. Thank you.
Thank you
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