Poetry Challenge Day 142 (Wed Feb 23)
I’m sitting in a restaurant
writing in my journal.
I don’t care if people
see me writing,
I’m learning to let my
inhibitions go.
I asked the server
if she would have the
chef step out from the kitchen.
A shy fellow emerged a couple
minutes later.
I told him my meal was wonderful.
He seemed embarrassed
but grateful.
I like to think my praise
helped to make his day.