With Gratitude served. . . .

 

 

Come To My Table

Come to my table
and sit awhile
and I will tell you tales
of years gone by,
attended by loves and those
who held magic in their hands.

We have supped
and laughed and cried some,
but mostly told the tales
that love spun out of gold.
It was a rich time;
not the coin of the day
but the values in the hearts
of those who dined.

It was magic
that threaded us together
through the years to find us
all at the same place, entwined.
But the love and the magic

may have been one and the same.

Do you think?

(March 26, 2013written)

Family and family of friends. . . To all who have sat at my table all the years and have made life so rich for me.  I   am blessed beyond words for what you have added to my life.  And this poem is a thank you.  You are the love and the magic and it is one and the same.  Do you now know that?    veronica

4 Responses to With Gratitude served. . . .

  1. Veronica Hallissey August 27, 2022 at 1:54 am #

    email from John Holmes,. . . I have eaten at your table and carry your blessings with me always. I have passed them on to others and am glad to share them with you again. I bless you and wish you well.

    • Veronica Hallissey September 21, 2022 at 11:07 pm #

      John, you became part of the family long ago and have made our lives rich. We look forward to your visit again soon, we hope. Veronica

  2. Mario Tortoriello August 27, 2022 at 12:24 pm #

    This is beautiful Grandma. Hope to break bread with you again soon. Love you.

    • Veronica Hallissey September 21, 2022 at 11:05 pm #

      Mario, we will set the table with linen and break bread together again. Make it soon. Grandma

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