Special Occasion Leaves

Written by: Paula Swanson

In my chair, atop an old phone book, I sat as proud as can be. My first time at the grownup table, surrounded by company. I lifted the edge of the table cloth, and felt the smooth wood beneath. Solid maple, hand oil rubbed, I counted eight chairs underneath. Earlier that day, I heard Gram exclaim, "It's time to stretch that table." So, off Grandpa went to the attic, while Gram toiled over pots and kettles. Then I watched as Grandpa and Mom, pulled the table sections out of their sleeves. You knew it was a special occasion, when Grandpa put in the table leaves.
Placement: 3rd For the contest; "Leaves" Sponsored by Carol Brown