NaPoWriMo Day 7: write about something you value. This poem is from my Cherished series http://lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.com
The Table
She found the table at Marshall Fields in nineteen forty-nine, and pictured her family at exactly half-past six each night four plates, four forks, knives and spoons.
White oak, the Illinois state tree with tight growth rings durable, resilient, and carved with artisan's care.
Emotions buffed artfully into lustrous patina over years marred by scratches, chips and burns tuna-noodle-pea casseroles set forgetfully upon the wood and forks slammed down in anger.
Keeping up with Rita, Gwen, and Claire teflon pans and a formica table-topper emotions erupt with modernity as leftovers disappear in a single swipe of the hand.