Fruitful Labor

Working with her was a treat. A feeling I could not describe at the time.

To walk in, and see she was already there. Flashing a smile my way.

I could not help it.

We would close the store. We would open it.

She would come in on the middle of my shift, making the day better.

I would come in near the end of hers, and she would stay and talk.

I could not tell at the time. I did not want to feel it.

She was what made my labor fruitful. She was a shining light.

And, she was soul who I felt connected to.

A soul, who for those moments of the day, allowed me to love her.