Our Table

by Amber Van Wort 9 months ago in love poems

A Poem

Our Table

Our table is strong.

Four wooden legs, one marble top

We cover her in delicate cloth,

And wipe her clean of spills.

She holds our debt,

Our crutches.

Our table holds our secrets.

Gossip over coffee,

Truths revealed.

We gather,

To eat,

To celebrate,

To argue.

Late nights,

Hazy days

Spent

At our table.

About the Poem

For as long as I can remember the table in my parents dining room was the central meeting place for everything. Every holiday meal, every announcement of death. Many of my happiest and saddest memories seem to include that table. In many ways, that table holds us all together.

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Amber Van Wort
Probably introverting // Freelance writer // Shower singer // Kadri’s eyebrows enthusiast
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