Give Us this Day Our Daily Bread

The Kitchen Table

My grandmother’s kitchen table: oh, the stories it could tell!
It was bright yellow enamel- I remember it well,
With the wide silver trim and matching yellow vinyl seats,
The kind that stick to your legs in the July summer heat,
She rolled many a biscuit out on that marbled tabletop,
And served countless Christmas dinners: the cream of the crop!
My grandfather always sat at the end of that rectangular table,
My grandmother to his right for as long as she was able,
She cooked our favorite meals- mine was macaroni & cheese,
Always wearing a vintage apron that came down to her knees,
Her ability to not waste a single morsel of food was incredible,
She gleaned every bit of food from the garden that was edible,
The garden right out the back screened door of the kitchen,
Gave us meals, but mostly it was love we were rich in,
Food made with love, has the best taste of all,
And it was not lacking every winter through fall,
Served up on a bright yellow table like a ray of sunshine,
We were blessed to all be together to dine!
Tammy Harvey
Written: 2/25/2021