Sitting at the window, <br />Of a nearby coffee shop café, <br />Watching all the leaves blow past me, <br />As another year begins to fade away. <br /> <br />Children in their outfits, <br />There must be a dance class down the street? <br />Little hands all waving joyfully, <br />Ballet slippers of pink, snuggly tied to their little feet. <br /> <br />Parents holding onto their gifts God made, <br />Never wanting one day to let go, <br />But that day will come so quickly, <br />As like the seasons, they all tend to grow. <br /> <br />The flavors of this coffee, <br />Are more than I had hope to taste, <br />Where God has opened up my heart and eyes, <br />Noting to ever slip by or ever waste. <br /> <br />By: Linda Winchell<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coffee-shop-flavors/
