vincent armone

Rookie (1/24/70 / Brooklyn)

My Mom Sets The Table - Poem by vincent armone

Night after night my mom sets the table
full of joy she passes her hand over the green fleat
like dishes she lays her chips down
they her finest china carefully stacked
her drink is the insurance bet
night after night 21 meals are servered

6 people share the meal with her
we her family eat alone
yet night after night my mom sets the table
the table of broken dreams and poisoned meals
night after night she countinues to eat
untill is consumed

Night after night my mom sets the table
night after night we her family shallow the bitter meal she makes

Night after night my mom sets the table


Comments about My Mom Sets The Table by vincent armone

  • Rookie - 4 Points Nader Baheri (7/2/2011 10:38:00 AM)

    great poem.but it made me sad (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Jim Freund (2/6/2008 7:47:00 AM)

    I liked the way it started out. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 10, 2011


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