Francie Lynch


The Server At Craigmoor - Poem by Francie Lynch

On the drive from St. Andrews to Aberdeen
I stopped at a roadside cafe,
For toast and jam and tea.
The young blonde server
Took my order,
And never spoke a word.
Then her mother bellowed
From the back of the room;
And her father barrelled through the door,
And a baby cried;
She's wanting more.
This is their country;
She was their girl.
I paid for the platter,
I tipped the teen,
And continued on
To Aberdeen.

Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness, longing, scotland, teenage, youth


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 5, 2015



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