Around the Table
Faces around the table
The same but changed
Every life a story,
Adventures, challenges, and joys
Laughter, tears, warm embraces
Hold time gently
As the days and years escape
But the faces around the table—
Stay suspended, caressed by memories.
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I cherish those moments when my family sits around the table. Sometimes a celebration draws us all together, and other times chance and circumstance align to create a moment of togetherness. I never take for granted those moments. Each is a treasure—my life is full.
I love the term “caressed by memories”. I’m working on a piece about shared memories and what happens when a cherished partner is gone.
Thanks Evelyn. I look forward to reading your piece. And I do appreciate you stopping by to read and comment.
Thx