The Heart of the Home

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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