To the editor:
The front step,
A loose one by 12.
The door, turn and pick up.
The thought of a cold and empty coffee cup!
Open and you shall see!
Fresh baked and sweets.
The smell, yesterdays kitchens — OH!
“I will take two of those cherry treats!”
Hot coffee, today’s paper,
And yesterday’s, we do miss!
Little cactus in gaily-colored clay.
On a window, reflections of a smiling face.
I will miss the dining hall.
To myself, local radio station, in back.
Blue’s song, as I in my head, hum along.
One day away — conversation not meant to be heard?
I slowly rise from a well warm chair.
I know I will miss the cinnamon laced air.
The hot coffee, the sweets, I shouldn’t eat!
Little cherry pies and smiling face — goodbyes!