My Antique Table

Of course, there was a time when it was new, This pretty antique table that I own, And too fine for the little homestead home Where Daddy worked the land and lived alone. His mama came to visit him one time. She was shocked at the bareness of his life. She bought this lovely table as a gift, Hoping it might impress a future wife. This was in year of nineteen hundred two. Daddy married Mom in nineteen hundred seven. They moved into a brand new rental home, The table brightened up their private heaven. As eldest daughter I lay claim to it And luckily no one disputed me. I hope after me it will be cherished As heirloom handed down in family.