You may see wood.
You may see grain.
Perhaps you see linoleum,
umbrella in the rain.
This isn’t just a table
where people have gathered.
Food was prepared,
past events mattered.
Easter eggs were colored there.
Thanksgiving was celebrated.
Christmas presents were decorated.
Birthday candles were lit,
then blown to a cloud of memories.
Bills were paid.
Flower arrangements displayed.
Babies were bathed.
Organ music with laughter was made.
One piece of furniture.
Just a piece of wood?
If it had the opportunity,
stories would be told,
if it only could.
For now it sits in silence,
in wait for the next great event.
