Supper Table
It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.
Joy Harjo her poem Perhaps the World Ends Here
Supper Table
There was a time when the supper
table was a gathering place.
A time when children and parents
sat down together.
A time when television, computers,
cell phones didn’t interfere.
A time where open and honest
discussions were held.
A time when manners and social
skills were taught.
A time of laughter and tears and
sometimes discipline.
A time when children learned what
it meant to grow up.
That time has passed.
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