At the Diner – Hour Twenty-Three

At the diner, memories return
Far too many there to name
From childhood antics to new love
To orders staking claim
In some ways ’tis full circle
My life here with the food
Both then and now with toddlers
Just learning to be good

When I was young, slow service
Meant you beat forks on the table
And now my daughter emulates
The best that she is able
While screaming for her order
Of burger, fries and milk
She then says “please” so sweetly
Her soft words as smooth as silk

To take it even further
In my diner reverie
I once quizzed my love on artists
Met with heart-pained tragedy
And in that time, we bonded
As our history has shown
There are so many memories
Some the best I’ve ever known

Sometimes, it’s not about the food
But time spent with loved ones near
That makes the diner special
For everyone, year after year
The memories made last far beyond
Whate’er was served that day
The time spent there, forever fond
Surpassing each entree

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