This afternoon in the coffee shop ,
after church  ,
a black coffee sprinkle with cinnamon,
drank with ease ,
the Sunday paper on my knee .
I looked up to look around the room ,
a daughter holding her mother’s hand in the corner of the room .
Two lovers looked into each other’s eyes away from their lap tops .
Others just sat there in silence ,
keeping their thoughts to their own .
A cup of coffee milk or black ,sugar or sweetness for their tears .