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.