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,


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