There exists a place that holds the very soul of this family. It is our dance floor, our doctor’s office, our therapist’s couch, our court room. It holds every legend, tale, and story. It has seen births, deaths, and all that life has to offer in between. In honesty, it holds our weaknesses and gives us our strength. As the world drains, it replenishes our spirit. All can be solved with just one seat at my mother’s table.
…it holds our weaknesses and gives us our strength.
All that we are can be summed into one simple scene. Late afternoon, on any given Sunday, the pots still boiling, the glasses still half full, grins and tears mix as the next story gets told. Here we are immortalized as our words paint self-portraits with the exaggerations from our days. Here we are seen, we are known, we are loved. Long after the food is gone we remain. Nourishment comes in many ways. At my mother’s table, every present soul will be fed.
July 9, 2017
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