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f This table Could talk
By: Tom Wright
5/24/99

You say,
It's only a wooden table.
While in a sense, I guess that's true,
but being laden with character and warmth.
It's a table that reminds us of you.

I should think
that each time we dust and polish
on the Groninger's our thoughts will dwell.
And oh, if only this table could talk
the wonderful stories it could surely tell.

It could tell
of visits from a Son and Daughter
or friends laughter in the heat of the day.
Or of telephone conversations It's been privy to hear
or a Pastor standing head bowed to pray.

Would it tell
of all those good times shared,
sad stories, along with the good.
But then, we all know that tables can't talk
being merely stain, varnish and wood.

If allowed to dream
we'll contemplate those conversations gone,
or see your Bible's resting place.
While we, in our imaginations
see Sister Groningers smiling face.

        If able to talk,
of things found resting on it's top.
It would tell of chocolates or a dinner mint,
And a weak willed Gal
 who had to have one before her visit was spent.

Would it dare tell
of the pictures of Great Grandchildren it embraced?
or Christmas cards from loved one's or a friend.
While blanketed with crocheted doily
or coffee mug with special blend.

So you see,
this is not an ordinary table.
For embedded within It's grain
are memories of two endearing friends
of their life, love, joy and pain.

As with most other tables,
a single commonalty rings true.
Each in It's former state, God's lovely tree
and of all the places it could be now
It will make its home with me.

You've honored our home.
Thank You "Mr. G"  and  Katrina
God Bless

Written for our 95 year old friend
who has moved to Virginia to live with his daughter.

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