The table knew Pa and George,
I never did.
The table knew my father, John,
when he was called Johnny,
I never did.
The four-legged metal table was
cold except when the clock made it to 5:00 am and 5:00pm.
Its curved edges were inviting.
I learned not to stick purple
flowers in a light socket with this table.
I inspected a bee with my mother
with this table.
I learned how to push my food
around my plate to make it look like I ate more than I did with this table.
Only two more bites.
I learned that life could change in
a split second by picking up a ringing phone.
She has cancer.
What's cancer?
She will get through this.
Nope.
Fold up that table we are moving
away.
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