"The table"
by shelbyvjones
This table is like a book,
Waiting to be read.
So let’s take a closer look.
Before we go to bed
This table was not built for a queen,
King Arthur or his knights,
We will never be seen.
We won’t be the focus of any lights.
As we sit around this table,
Everything seems right.
Even if the worlds unstable,
It is my guiding light.
Even when our numbers grand,
Around this small table we sit.
The stories are never bland.
Especially when we’re crammed to fit.
Despite its Knicks and knacks,
We love it all in all.
Character, it doesn’t lack
It will always catch me if I fall
It makes my heart grow.
A thousand times bigger.
When all the kids come in tow.
Bouncing up and down like tigger.
Oh the things this table has seen,
All those tears of joy
Since my aunt was a teen,
Since my uncle was just a boy
But one day this table won’t be here.
The laughter it will hear no more.
So I hold this time dear.
I’ll remember it forever more.
So I sit here with a smile on my face
Where I grew up eating
I will cherish the moments at this place
Because they are forever fleeting.
Poetry
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This is a great poem about enjoying the moment and what you have. Sometimes I take a mental picture of something that’s happening to me at a particular moment, and some of the time I actually remember it very distinctly.