Sam

Smoky dingy café,
workmen shout and curse,
she floats among the tables,
tending like a nurse.

She pauses when she sees me,
breaks into a smile;
skips behind the counter,
lingers for a while.

Chatting while she’s serving,
shedding all her pain.
Then, when I am leaving,
she becomes a nurse again.

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In the early days I imagined myself wandering the lanes of England with a rucksack on my back and, maybe, something lively in my hip-flask. I saw myself sitting on a hill somewhere, scribbling poems and, hopefully, making enough to keep body and soul together. But life isn't like that and, after a few years at sea and in the army, I found myself with a wife and kids to keep. So now, with three novels wallowing on Kindle, I scribble the odd rhyme by way of a hobby and shove it on my blog. Hope someone out there finds them interesting.
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Balveen Cheema
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The beauty of any woman – constantly serving and smiling against all odds!

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