The Heart of the Home
Huge Sunday lunches
Late Saturday brunchies
Table tennis matches
Frying up Dad’s catches
Us in fits of giggles
A place for the nibbles
Games seriously played
Monopoly money paid
Traditions invented
Relations resented
Meals eaten in silence
Almost ending in violence
Cleaned well everyday
In Mum’s special way
Yearly, re-varnished
It’s origin untarnished
Mum dishing up food
Probably in a bad mood
Clean washing in piles
Glances and secret smiles
Dad cleaning our shoes
Me with teenage blues
Mum cleaning the mower
Keith stealing the power
New boyfriend for lunch
Adjusting to us bunch
Fruit and veggies preserved
Wedding breakfast served
First ‘foreign’ meal tried
Making family divide
Baby’s bums changed
Political views exchanged
Our table was the heart
Till family grew apart
But still gathered round
Many glasses were downed
The table remained
The people were changed
Some of them died
Many tears were cried
If it could speak
Although wooden and teak
Lifetimes stories retold
A treasure to behold
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