At The Kitchen Table

This is a poem that I wrote as I really thought about how the kitchen table in my home has been a gathering point for many things. We share at least one meal a day there, all five of us. It’s where we do our homework and office work, craft projects and science projects, birthday parties and card games, it’s seen it all. Our kitchen table holds so many memories throughout the generations as it was my Grandma and Grandpa Sheets’ dining room table as well. If you can relate, then this poem is for you. Enjoy!

”At the Kitchen Table” by Brittany J. Fox

At the kitchen table games are played.

Euchre, Uno, Rummy cards are laid.

Learning life lessons not just the game rules,

togetherness and preserverance are helpful tools.

At the kitchen table devotions are read.

Putting on our armour when we’re out of bed.

Praying for the day ahead.

By God’s word, getting truly fed.

At the kitchen table we celebrate.

Counting candles, it’s hard to wait.

Desserts and cakes all made with love.

Another year older thanks to God above.

At the kitchen table are heart-to-hearts.

Coloring, painting, little handprint art.

Crafting, designing, planning, doing.

After school snacks with friends, so much chewing!

At the kitchen table palates expand.

Mom and dad both lend a hand

creating dishes. Some great, some really not so.

Either way your adventurous side and tastebuds grow.

At the kitchen table you graduate

from highchair, booster seat, to chair at such a rate

that visions of needing to pull up a chair or few

appear as you’ll grow in love and start a family, too.

At the kitchen table we make memories that last.

As like the table was handed down from the past.

So were the traditions made around it.

Generation to generation we give and we get.

At the kitchen table, love will always fit.