The Table Stays the Same

I remember sitting under the table,

a child with eyes wide open.

Life just beginning,

a new dawn.

Mommy would say watch your head.

Daddy would just shake his.

I grew, the table stayed the same.

Meals, talks, moments, memories.

The table stayed the same.

I remember the arguments with my brother.

The wax dripping from the birthday candles.

The sauce stain that, well how does it stain?

The table stayed the same.

Holiday meals, early breakfasts.

Bills paid, homework was done.

The table was wear mom cried,

when grandpa died.

The table stayed the same.

Rooms in the house change,

new paint, maybe a rug.

The fridge stopped working,

a new one came.

The table stayed the same.

Now my kids enjoy alphabet soup,

mom and dad go by grandma and grandpa.

The table stays the same.

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