Dearest Memory

A table is just a table

A humble plank of wood

When it has been cleared of dishes

And every crumb of food

But oh, if you could borrow

My mind’s eye for a while

To play back what I’m viewing

I know that you would smile

Is there a memory dearer

Or a song with sweeter sound

Than a table set for dinner

With a family gathered 'round?

© Janet Martin

This was pre-lunch, before the dessert did a landslide;)) and I forgot to take anymore pictures
because we were having a good time;(