Jeffrey Spencer Poet Rhyme

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

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Anita Harris August 22, 2017 at 12:12 AM Glad there is truth at the center of your table. Sorry there is no middle ground with your spouse. You brought the poem together perfectly. Jeffrey Spencer August 23, 2017 at 9:54 PM Thank you, Anita!