cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Goodness At the Grocery Store

Nourishment in many forms
Stories appear that please my soul
Kindness offered without charge
At my local grocery store

Monday specials called to me
I headed out with handy walker
Whose compartment’s storage space
Has room for Lean Cuisine

Six-box limit I well know
And how to pack groceries myself
I skillfully rearrange my food
After checking out

The bagger that day newly hired
Packing while I paid my bill
Had ideas of his own
Of just how things should go

When I stopped to do my thing
Repacking groceries properly
I saw amazed his handiwork
Surely had done the job for me

It was too late to go back
To thank this wonderful young man
I hope he felt the joy I found
Exchanged in his creative gift

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Food For the Soul

Sun shining brightly
Through grocery store window
Trombone’s golden sounds
Matching the brilliance
Dixie Land jazz
Sent my feet toe-tapping.
I reached in my billfold
Made a gift to the hungry

Nearby Girl Scouts selling their cookies
And fond memories of delicious Thin Mints
Picked up on the trombone
Got into the groove
Formed a dazzling chorus line
All on a usual Saturday morning.
Broadway at the grocery store
Who would have imagined.

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