On The Table Poem by Christopher Tye

On The Table

Once the centre of family life,
Now losing out to TV dinners and solo life.

The heart of the dining room,
Home cooked Sunday dinners,
Everything family life should be.

The cats and dogs waiting for any falling food,
A symbol of a world disappearing,
Big old oak dining tables holding so much,
Loving laid out place settings,
Edwardian silver cutlery shining in the candlelight.

By Christopher Tye