Old Oak Table

It may seem silly

in the face of so much misery

suffered by so many people;

yes, though it may seem silly,

making no comparisons

however,

for me,

what had been part of my life

all these many years

what had been part of my life

changing this day.

Not a particularly sentimental kind’a guy,

over old pictures sometimes I’ll sigh

over my dogs I’ll ofttimes cry.

But furniture?

Come on!

However…

Sentimental attachment here:

Old oak table

from the earliest year,

old oak table my family sat about,

family talked, laughed and cried about,

Sentimental attachment here:

Old oak table my family was fed upon,

family grew from infancy to adult upon.

Old oak table

leaving home this day,

bound for Washington State,

with my youngest son to stay.

Old oak table

my son’s family to sit about

to talk, laugh and cry about.

Old Oak table

my son’s family to feed upon

my son’s family to grow upon.

Not a particularly sentimental kind’a guy,

over old pictures sometimes I’ll sigh,

over my dogs I’ll ofttimes cry

but old oak table;

fifty-three years lived about,

thousands of breakfast’, lunch and dinners about.

Moving men taking what directed:

two recliners, four piece bedroom set and…

old oak table with six matching,

old oak chairs.

Loving each other these many years,

living alone no longer wanted,

so the homes of two may meld into one,

though not a particularly sentimental kind’a guy,

with a deep sigh,

old oak table sent on to son

New life dawning today