CAFE CHILD

CAFÉ CHILD
By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

Voice of stranger,
Unfamiliar number.
Desperate.
Drained.
Depressed.
Disheartened.

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Desire for contact.
Designated setting:
Downtown café,
West and Fifth,
Saturday morning.
Reclusive corner.
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Lonely eyes,
Profound sadness,
Deep blackness ...
Enveloping teen.
Bruised emotions,
Battered spirit.
Shattered illusions,
Broken dreams.

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Listen intently.
Loving gently …
As friend.
Wipe her tears,
Embrace her fears.
Help mend.
~~~
Doesn’t really
Take a lot;
Time’s a precious gift 
I've got ....
To give.
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Talk,
Embrace,
Cry
And face ….
The fears.
~~~
Not alone.
A friend unknown
Assisting.
~~~
We hug,
Pray,
Walk away ...
No longer strangers.

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Voice of stranger
Calling late;
Café child
And certain fate ….
Have met.
Car colliding,
Child driving.
Death.
~~~
Held the child in Café,
Now the body … 
In decay
And gone.
Entered glory,
Precious story;
Father God holds on.
~~~
All the busy stuff
Can wait.
Simply love,
Don’t hesitate ...
It’s gone.

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Take the precious gift
Called time.
Love the person
On the line...
Who needs you.
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“Whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow.
For what is your life?
It is even a vapor that appears for a little time,
and then vanishes away.”
James 4:14