Samson Simmons Poet Free verse

The Table By the Window

the table by the window

we sat and talked for hours
around the old table
that he built of scraps from the past
“it may not look good
  but it will be here long past
  you and me.”
we could see beyond the paint
on the walls and the
creaking floors
leading down the darkened halls.
we could see ourselves again
as we were back then
devoid of the sadness
that tore us apart
back in the time 
when we were what we were meant to be
he my Father and me his son
back to when we first begun.
we talked about the old folks
and the garden
and the river
and of God
the giver
of all things.
we were not just kin
we were friends.
as the new day
begins
we begin to slip away
from our bonds tying each to the other
remembering how we really were…
and now him dead and me dying.
the table is still standing there
in some forgotten timeless room
waiting for those left of us
to pull up a chair.

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