The Kitchen Table
It stood in the kitchen
On four stout oak legs.
It was an assembly line
Of lunch bags each morning.
It was the craft shop
For school science projects.
It was the place
Where friends talked.
It was often covered
With the kids homework.
It was the showcase
Of sister’s first cake.
We gathered around it
Blowing out birthday candles.
Those we loved sat there
For holiday meals
It is the monument
Of a thousand memories,
But the best was Dad
Giving thanks for our blessings.
(c) AdronIt stood in the kitchen
On four stout oak legs.
It was an assembly line
Of lunch bags each morning.
It was the craft shop
For school science projects.
It was the place
Where friends talked.
It was often covered
With the kids homework.
It was the showcase
Of sister’s first cake.
We gathered around it
Blowing out birthday candles.
Those we loved sat there
For holiday meals
It is the monument
Of a thousand memories,
But the best was Dad
Giving thanks for our blessings.
