If we arrived early enough, Jack and I could find a table Outdoors at the French Restaurant. We watched the people Parade by, many with dogs Of every variety, All clearly pampered. The booths were filled with Fresh bread, Flowers, Grass fed beef, and With whatever veggies were In season. We went as much for the Festive atmosphere as for The wares. As we sat in the open air, we Savored our coffee along with The hard rolls we always bought, The kind only the French can Make. While Jack finished his coffee and Read the paper, I would wend my Way through the crowds always Finding something to buy. I decided to go again this Morning, though I'm not sure Why, For I knew it would be hard Without Jack. I arrived early and was glad to Find a table outside. I drank my coffee, ate my roll And read the paper before I Began to shop. I knew that once I stood up, there Would be no one to save my Spot. Before long a gentleman greeted me. "Are you by yourself?" "Yes." "May I join you?" "Of course." His name was Art, and just like Jack, He was waiting for his wife. We became acquainted. The conversation flowed between us. When his wife returned, I could See her sizing up the situation Wondering who in the world I was. Soon all three of us were Carrying on like old friends. I shared my story and told Theresa God had send her husband to Fill in for Jack. (She jokingly checked him for Angel wings.) I left them sitting there and wandered Off to find the sweet corn for My supper. I'm still in awe. I thanked Jesus over and over again, As I headed home, That I hadn't faced Market Day Alone. |
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Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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