Three Legged Table
As a child,
I loved to watch Grandpa build.
His basement workshop,
was filled with tools.
Tools hanging on every wall,
wood neatly stacked in a pile.
Grandpa worked for hours each day,
filling his many orders.
He built my lovely bed,
pretty flowers carved into the headboard.
One Christmas,
Grandpa built my fun dollhouse.
Today I asked for a small table,
one to fit beside my bed.
Grandpa started working,
he gave me a "Three Legged Table" with a rose carved on top.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2023
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