If This Old Round Table Could Talk

If This Old Round Table Could Talk

There're not many things, throughout my life in this old world
That can provoke such childhood memories of a grown-up girl
As such cozy and homey times our family congregated here
To share the good and favorite meals prepared by hands of love and care.

Being the oldest child, I was blessed to ask the blessing for the food.
It varied as I grew older but never lost its meaning nor the thankful attitude.
There were many times when our fare was really meager and plain
But we were thankful just the same and never ever complained.

Just mention, morn, noon or evening and some favorite foods suggest
An entrance to your memory which you know were the best of the best.
Along with all that welcome nourishment were family relationships
To enhance the occasion and endear the family, lightening the load of any hardships.

There was a value here not recognized as monetary worth.
The days of growing up since the very day of birth
All revolved around the round table where daily discussions were digested
Right along with the meal. My daily responses to my life were heard and tested.

Maybe the round table delivers a message of its own.
When you turn back the pages of your life you never feel alone.
There may be fewer gathered there as the years pass, but even two
Can join hands to complete the circle, bringing unity as nothing else can do.