A Tables Center
A tables center
Often, a décor of flowers
Sometimes, a bowl of fruit
At times, a pair of hands
Come together, sharing truth
A table can be round or square
Rectangular, in shape
It makes no difference the size of which
If a family, narrows gape
I have found my table empty
Except, a scatter of bills
Most of which have lain unpaid
From the chaos I’ve instilled
So, now I turn my T.V. off
With more time preparing meals
My kids and I feel happier
With a healthiness of sharing
In what, each other feels
Across from me is an empty chair
An un-reconciled former spouse
We had failed to find any middle ground
Instead, there was jealousy and doubt
And though we still may not agree
Our children aren’t confused
For, when the kids spend time with me
The center of my table
Is there, for sharing truth
© 2017 Jeffrey Spencer
Copyright © Jeffrey Spencer | Year Posted 2017
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