I walked into a cafe,
and heard someone say my name.
I thought I misheard; or thought she was calling someone with the same name —
but not, she stared straight into my eyes,
and asked, “do you want your usual?”
I said yes — and she pulled out the royal English breakfast tea in a mug cup with the right size.
I sheepishly took my cup and sat in my table.
Her matter-of-fact attitude as she welcomed,
the face that she remembered my name,
and what I usually drink felt like an honor.
It’s a wonderful experience not encountered so frequently.
Just like the warmth of the tea in my hand,
I felt the warmth and levity in my heart.
7.4.2025
Ralph with Coffee 