My Table

I have not seen this friend of mine,
Planed out of old and planked of pine.
He held my love I dished in heart.
I willingly gave in whole and part.
My love was spiced and savored free
To all who came to sit and be.
Bowled out in mass or tidbits shared
Tears could flow and hearts were bared.
But most of all I miss the prayers
That lifted up in humble tears
The hopes and dreams, my children there
At that brief moment..our only care.
My friend knows all my hearts kept secrets,
Grooves of life, the tears, the regrets.
And joys beyond my hearts own reason,
Forgiveness and faithful the sprinkled season
That glitters my friend..I miss him so much
The smooth to my hand , the tears and his touch.
I need to see this friend of mine..
Planked out of love and old of pine.

Raine Les 11/20/2006

Ahh the joy of friendship

A pleasent read indeed

If our tables could talk!
Great write my friend!