“The world begins at a kitchen table.  No matter what, we must eat
to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table.  So it has
been since creation, and it will go on.”
— Joy Harjo, from “Perhaps the World Ends Here”

The kitchen table is smaller now

The kitchen table is smaller now

My Dad’s kitchen table is smaller now than the big rectangular one we gathered around in my childhood.  Then that table was the center of our lives.  We ate countless breakfasts, dinners, and suppers there.  We did our homework at that table.  We played cards and games and colored and drew on that oilcloth-covered surface.

“Tables are trustworthy:
titanic quadrupeds,
they sustain
our hopes and our daily life.”
— Pablo Neruda, “Ode to the Table”

Isn’t it remarkable that poets have written about our kitchen tables!  These wise poets know what is important in life.

Dad eating supper at the kitchen table

Dad eating supper at the kitchen table

Saying grace  after the meal: "We give thee thanks . . ."

Saying grace after the meal: “We give thee thanks . . .”