At the Kitchen Table
‘Twas a round table from long in the past
Where a tradition was doomed not to last
Together with parents and children when…
Good manners, love, and kindness would begin.
There were no IPads or phones to be found
Spoken words at the table would abound
Where family games were played just for fun
But then only after the homework was done.
For now, fast food makes a quick family meal
No longer heard the children’s laughter peal
And rarely does a conversation convene
For their words are ‘oft texted on a screen.
Now at the kitchen table, all gathered around
Only bowed heads on keyboards can be found.
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