A Few Words

The Restaurant on Blossom St.

I met a man there once,
He swept me off my feet,
At the restaurant,
Down on Blossom St.

He worked as a policeman,
He walked the beat,
About a block,
From the restaurant on Blossom St.

His name was Gabe,
He made me complete,
In that restaurant,
Down on Blossom St.

Once a year,
We would go to eat,
In that restaurant,
Down on Blossom St.

I got married,
To a man so sweet,
In that glorious restaurant,
Down on Blossom St.

We shared strawberry carrotcake,
After his loaf of meat,
In that restaurant,
Down on Blossom St.

Two children we had,
Trudy and Pete,
Near that restaurant, that beautiful restaurant,
Down on Blossom St.

It did not last,
They died from the heat,
Close to that restaurant,
Down on Blossom St.

Gabe went too,
Too old to compete,
In that dreadful restaurant,
Down on Blossom St.

Now its just me,
On our anniversary I come to eat,
In that restaurant,
That lonely restaurant,
Down on Blossom St.