Dining at the Table
We sat at a table on our first date.
It was in a restaurant.
I don’t remember what we ate,
But the conversation was appetizing.
For decades we sat at a dinner table,
Sharing the important and the trivial,
Talking through the chatter of children,
Nourished by both food and conversation.
We sat at a table one Saturday evening,
Not knowing it was the last time.
Later, I could not remember what we ate.
Only the freshly baked blueberry muffins.
Now I sit at a table with one placemat,
Picking at tasteless morsels,
While devouring rich memories,
Gourmet leftovers reheated.
