Old Oak Table

Old Oak Table

as a two year old…

I can walk under you and play with you
you are my house and my umbrella
I can hide under your belly
you help me stand as I lean against you

as a ten year old…

You hold my things – I don’t see you
but I accept you as part of my home
I’m too busy to notice

as a sixteen year old…

I set plates on you for dinner
I think about Tommy

on my wedding day…

You are fine – dressed with lace
a part of tradition

as a grandparent…

We are friends – I know your age
I respect you well.

ag ~ 1989

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