Today, I'm sharing a poem that I discovered in one of my notebooks, waiting patiently for me to return. That is often the fate of the words we capture within these pages. They wait for our return and the possibility of rediscovery...
In this poem I am reflecting upon those family times when we gather together to share a meal and recount the events of the day. This is a celebration of coming together. Hope you enjoy it.
Maybe, it will spark some thoughts about your gatherings with family and friends. The where, the when and the why...
Gathering
The family sit,
surrounding
The large wooden table of rustic oak
Throughout the day
They wandered through
different landscape
Thoughts dancing differently
Their eyes set upon separate scenes
But now
they meet at the intersection of family and dinner time
The deeds of the day entwine right here
Their voices float across the table
Conversation wraps around them
Rising and falling
Back and forth
Up and down the table
They dine together
Fine together
All around the table
And when every plate and spoon
knife and fork
and napkin
is cleared away
The goodbyes are shared
The hugs begin
And everyone goes into the evening
to their own separate spaces
Yet fragments of the evening's
conversation
Live again
In the minds of each family diner
Together
Apart
Grateful for the gathering
Alan j Wright
In this poem I am reflecting upon those family times when we gather together to share a meal and recount the events of the day. This is a celebration of coming together. Hope you enjoy it.
Maybe, it will spark some thoughts about your gatherings with family and friends. The where, the when and the why...
Gathering
The family sit,
surrounding
The large wooden table of rustic oak
Throughout the day
They wandered through
different landscape
Thoughts dancing differently
Their eyes set upon separate scenes
But now
they meet at the intersection of family and dinner time
The deeds of the day entwine right here
Their voices float across the table
Conversation wraps around them
Rising and falling
Back and forth
Up and down the table
They dine together
Fine together
All around the table
And when every plate and spoon
knife and fork
and napkin
is cleared away
The goodbyes are shared
The hugs begin
And everyone goes into the evening
to their own separate spaces
Yet fragments of the evening's
conversation
Live again
In the minds of each family diner
Together
Apart
Grateful for the gathering
Alan j Wright
Thanks for sharing this. i really enjoyed your poem. A few years back, I built our farmhouse table so that we could have a place to gather for meals. You did a great job of capturing that time
ReplyDeleteIt is most gratifying when a reader senses a connection with the words a poet offers up. Thank you Rebecca for your kind response.
DeleteI love the sights and sounds of the family gathered round to share their day over dinner. I am so thankful we are able to eat together most days.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kay. To gather together to share a meal is a special occasion worthy of preversation.
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