The Latte Place

by

Esther Smith

We go to the latte place down by the sea,

sitting at the table, hot mugs for you and me.

We think of wonderous times we've shared here year after year.

As we talk back and forth of memories we hold dear,

the peace and the quiet, hidden away from the noise,

the cozy delight of this time brings us many joys.

The games on the shelves that are always such fun

the things that I love are there for everyone.

Sipping my latte, looking all around

pottery, photos on cards, lovely things I have found

a special place we come to every time we're here,

no other one can replace the times we hold dear.

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