The Table
As a child
I sat beneath my grandmother’s table
And listened to the stories and whispers
Of all who gathered 'round
If mom was in a really good mood
A cover could go over and make it into
The most exciting of hideaways
As I got older my friends would gather 'round
To watch me blow the candles from a birthday cake
The streamers, the noisy horns
The spills dripping down the middle
It became the place of games
Cards and much fun
And sometimes a wee bit too much competition
But always
Laughter and friends
It’s the place the women stay
And discuss everyone, everything
After dinner and football is on
It’s the office
Mail in stacks waiting to be dealt with
The weekly writing of checks
It’s the place my children have gathered
To pound play dough
Stir brownies
Carve pumpkins
Do homework
Paint masterpieces
And blow out their own candles
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