Short Set The Table Poems
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Home….
I have a new house
Not too far from here
Just a mile away
A cozy cottage
To be remodeled
The rooms need paint
It comes furnished
I’ll hang some drapes
And paintings too
I will cook
Set the table
Take a bath
Get dressed
Serve meal
Home
The sky will cry, the trees will weep and the grass will cover with dew, as the earth receives it's nurture and life begins anew. We eagerly await the blooms and blossoms as all the changes take place. Ah, the beauty and the wonder as we witness the Master set the table with His Amazing Grace
Mama said wipe your feet
I just mopped the floor
Mama said don't yell so loud
And don't slam the door
Mama said feed the dog
Then go set the table
Mama said you must cook
For I just wasn't able
Mama said a lot of things
Heaven knows it's true
But one thing Mama never said was
I love you
You confused the situation
by alarming the guests
saying close
but no cigar
You always gave quaint encouragement
by virtue of your factuals
We sweetly sang out of tune
to deflect the despondency
On the chimes befalling
you set the table for many guests
but could ill afford the meal provided
I listen to the music and
Get a whiff satuated by the steak
You prepare...Ah!
But I won't partake,
Because I only want you
To fee me kisses and
Drink the wine mellowed by
The warmth provided by
Your warm, tender embrace.
Don't set the table for two,
Remember I only want you
To feed me kisses.
She married at the age of 19
For over 70 years
worked for husband.
set the table,
took care of children
With parents-in-law
their distant relatives and neighbours
Cared for them
Losing job and family
Drifting
drunk people,
beaten and kicked out by husband
Bring a woman
she ate together
She thought love was the best,
but her love was also unequal.
Everyone helped clean up after dinner.
Dad, Mom, brother and me.
Mom created the casserole.
Daddy baked the pumpkin pie.
I set the table.
Brother washed the floor.
We all worked together.
In 1962 we each took up a chore.
We felt needed and loved.
Working together, we would sometimes sing
In 1962 the entire family worked together
To make clean up an easier thing.
It's closing time,
I have left the lights on
and the door ajar;
I have set the table
and poured the best wine,
There's music
in the background
and fragrance in the air.
It's closing time and
I am all dressed up
and ready to swing.
O Death, come on in,
Bring your cheers and
bring your good times too;
There's a mood of
festivity and celebration.
Have the last meal on me,
Have the last drink on me,
Do the last dance with me
And oh, gather me in
your eternal embrace!
Today it was my turn to host
And this is what I like the most –
Although I have to shop and clean
(A little more than what’s routine)…
And brew some joe and make some lunch
(Including pre-meal snacks to munch)
And set the table up ahead
(That mostly hides behind the bed)…
Then wash the dishes when they go,
At last I take a breath and know
I’ve done my part to make the day
A cozy one to chat and play.
The bonus? I’m already home
With time enough to write my poem.
scattered pieces of pretty teacups -
floral, dotted, antiques.
they’re broken, like jars of clay,
and the beauties are you and me.
we find ourselves, abused and ugly,
but God’s already set the table.
we see ourselves through a dark mirror,
but when the light hits us, full on,
in our wardrobe, white -
what designs, colors and accents
shall be revealed. relish
the thought. take
a look at your perfect form
through the eyes of God
8/15/2022