My Old Coworkers Poem by Lauren Beasley

I can still hear Nikki squealing
Across the store, having dropped some books
And then her laugh, so bright and loud
As customers give concerned looks

I can still see Michael straightening
His OCD acting up for a while
As he makes some sarcastic, punny remark
Which inevitably makes me smile

I can still feel Barbara's loving touch
As she hugs me when most I need it
And welcomes me with 'Hello, Sunshine! '
Making me feel warmly greeted

I can still hear Jordan shuffling
Up and down the aisles, doing her task
Handling customers like a pro.
Answering everything I could ask

I can still see Jeremy's smile
As he appreciates my dumb jokes
Slaving away at the imprint machine
Enduring the stress it provokes

I can still feel the love and joy
I experienced in that place
Much of me is from that store, I now leave
But memories were made and will last by God's grace