Delightful Smile.

She came to take our order
With a delightful smile
And carrying
A pencil and her order pad.

“Two teas,” I said, “Please.”
A frown of concentration
Replaced the smile,
As slowly and carefully,
She wrote the order down.

It took a few minutes,
But we didn’t care.
To be in her company,
Was to be in the presence
Of joy itself.

What nature had withheld,
Love had given in abundance.
“With that be all?” she asked,
As waitresses do.

There was a pride in the way
She brought our order over.
A fierce concentration,
A determination not to spill a drop.

She put she tray down, carefully,
And rewarded us with that smile again,
This time of relief and pride,
At a job well done.

We left her to clear our dishes away,
But we took with us
The memory of that smile,
And a deep taste of the love,
She brought to our table.