Aging Poem

Nostalgic Poem About When Children Were Young

Hi, I am a separated woman with 4 grown children and 2 grandsons. I was born in Dublin, Ireland. I won't say I had an easy life, because it would be a lie, but I found solace in my writing. It's just so hard to get a break in this country. I don't want to make any profit from writing. I love doing it. I would just like to get a book of poems together.

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The Lifetime Of A Table

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Published: June 2011

the table was fun
where once games were played
with children who carried smiles
the sun shining upon the different grains
while wood would come alive
many a tear was shed by each one
many a laughter was heard
plenty of books were opened and closed
stories foretold to be heard
but as time went on the table grew empty
a shadow now sits on the grain
no more the laughter the fun and the games
nothing now, not even names



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