The Waitress

She picked up the cold cup of coffee, 
feeling so very alone,
and headed back to the kitchen.
Soon it would be time to go home.

She worked hard in the roadside diner.
The pay was small and the hours long
but she knew the bills kept coming
and her spirit was very strong.

Tonight she'd swing by the hospital,
as she went on her weary way,
for her father lay there dying
and she remembered another day

when he was strong and vibrant,
would carry her on his shoulders so wide.
The memories of her happy childhood
always filled her with an intense pride.

She thought of him as she drove
and all of the seeds he had sown.
The strength of his own character
could be seen in her, now grown.

A tear rolled down her cheek
as she thought of the man who lay dying.
Feelings of joy mixed with sadness
in the tears that she was crying.

She knew that death was not the end.
Someday they would meet again.
Silently, she thanked the Lord for the man
who had been father, counselor and friend.
 

by Alexandra Webb
© June 2002
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