A Whole Year has gone by and no words from anyone!
Here's a poem I once wrote about our Kitchen Table
A Five Year Inoculation
I gaze at their faces, and know not where
All of those wrinkles bean to appear.
Across the table, not far from me,
Are adult faces where kids’ used to be.
I recall the years in increments of fives,
Around kitchen tables most of our lives.
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty and so,
The expressions have lost their childish glow.
Gray is erupting on once fair heads.
For some, it’s just thinning up there instead.
We come from great distances now-a-days
And meet at the table for our short stays.
The stories are all familiar to us.
The table is set with a great deal of fuss.
The laughter, as intoxicating as sweet vermouth.
We all come back home for an injection of youth.
Dena Spiegel
1/14/1982
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