Poem 430 – The Little Things

A look of recognition,
A smile across the room,
A name remembered, used
In conversation’s flow.

An asking after mamma,
A joke about the wine,
Then checking in to see
That everybody’s fine.

The little things add up
To greater than their parts,
A trick for all to learn,
This is the waiter’s art.

We’ve been treated by Serkan and his colleagues at the restaurant here in Marmaris. They have given a real masterclass in how much difference small touches make. Thanks gents!
(10.11.25)

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