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The Supper Table

The Supper Table
by D.A. Brooks

Steam rising, sifting through
   The kitchen air that we once knew.
Collards, peas and sweet iced tea,
   Hoping they'd save some for me.

Sliced tomatoes, juicy red
   Triangle cuts of hot cornbread
The smells from days so long ago
   Still linger in my head you know.

Golden chicken, crispy fried
   Countless veggies on the side
Knowing if we cleaned our plate
   Our prize a slice of caramel cake.

The nine of us sat 'round each day
   Waiting for a prayer to say
Then mannerly, we'd pass each dish
   "A leg for me" was what I wished.

Now years have passed the four of us
   Can fellowship and oft' discuss
Those simple times, those happy times
   Those Momma, Daddy, Aunt Ruby times.

Now loud and laughing, fam'ly fables,
   Around that supper table.

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