At The Breakfast Table With Family Poem by RIC BASTASA

at the breakfast
table
the plates are
placed
food waits us
we know our own
places
after a prayer
of thanks
we start taking
what is due us
to make things more
delicious
we choose the words to say
to make a
nice conversation
like laces of curtains
well sewed
to give us a view of
this world's created
wonders
for here we are still
a family
well-knitted and designed
to bring back
beauty and grace
which to me
has become faded.