Something Wonderful Poem by Jim Yerman

We all have our routines and habits in this world we are immersed…
from which side of the bed we sleep on…to which shoe we put on first.

Some of our routines make us feel safe…that's what routines are for…
other routines fall by the wayside when we don't need them anymore.

Like dinner time when our family was young…no meal would be complete
unless we looked around the table and saw everyone in their seat.

No seats were ever assigned…we would never think of that
It just became routine…we all had our places where we sat.

I'm not quite sure how it happens…
there's a psychology to it I don't doubt it
All I know is when I looked around the table…
there was something wonderful about it.

But children grow up…routines change…
and though at times it doesn't seem fair…
there comes a day when we look around our table
and our children are no longer sitting there.

Now, when they come to visit…
they finds seats wherever they are able
for as they bring their own families…
there are more seats around our table.

And it doesn't matter who sits where…
as once again the meal is complete
when I look around the table and see everyone in a seat…

That there is a science…a psychology to this change…
again I do not doubt it…
All I know is when I looked around the table…
there is something wonderful about it.