I do not have a tablecloth
I haven’t had one since I was young
I have the table
the chairs
the status symbols
uncovered and bare yet
cluttered over by things that don’t belong there
never did
there was a time when the tablecloth,
silverware
glasses and dinnerware
and family sat about
enjoyed each other’s company
and we grew up
we grew together
now there is less there
not sure exactly where it all ended
but it is a wavering image
no longer true
I have a table and chairs now
they stand as a memory
of someone else’s family
not my own
I wonder if I ever will see
the purpose
they were created for
13 March 2011
3:49 pm
