Wanita

How are you MY DARLING
How are you MY DEAR
Good morning MY DARLING
HI SWEETHEART

How are you MY DARLING
Cappuccino MY DARLING
Have a good day MY DARLING
Come back and see me MY SWEETHEART

Every morning, Wanita sits high in her raised chair in front of the cafeteria cash register waiting to ring each breakfast sale, and greet each customer with the same melodic inviting sounds that makes me think if she could, she would sweep her hands around each and give a big, warm hug. I think she is the stylish grandmother who always hugs her little grandchild running up to her on the sidewalk.

I want to be that kid.

After six people, Wanita gives a slight turn of her neck and back again.

How are you MY DARLING
How are you MY DEAR
Good morning MY DARLING
Cappuccino MY DARLING

I am number ten almost there
But little time to spare
Her line is full and keeps moving forward
I want to know more
I continue to stare
I wonder why she's in that chair
A full life I assume she's already lived
Now happy here
Giving special care
To jumpstart our day

How are you MY DARLING
How are you MY DEAR
Good morning MY DARLING
HI SWEETHEART
Have a good day MY DARLING