On a dreary day too poor for a name, <br />He dragged himself down to the little café, <br />Flat white and a paper, always the same, <br />He fumbled for coins and something to say, <br />His hand struck silver, but his mind no gold, <br />The coffee machine frothed a mocking hiss, <br />His soft fingers touched the counter so cold, <br />And there she was, a sunny shining miss, <br />All glowing with life and lighter than air, <br />Pink lemonade cheeks and strawberry lips, <br />A chef’s hat hiding her blonde wistful hair, <br />Uniform jealously guarding her hips, <br />As soon as she smiled, his fears departed, <br />And that praise God was how it all started.<br /><br />Dean Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stray-cat-caf/
