If This Round Table Could Talk

If this round table could talk
What tales would it tell
Of how a tradition began
With one man and one woman in love
Of heartaches and broken dreams made right

Would it tell of tears shed
Of endless night spent worrying
Or would it speak of the love
That saw a family grow

If this round table could talk
Would it tell of the scars upon its surface
The scratches from a child's fork
Of the blood from countless scraps and cuts
Or of the kissed bumps and bruises

Would it tell of sleepless nights
Or floors walked waiting for the phone to ring
Or a key in the door, of family meetings
Shouts of anger, or hugs and tears of love

If this round table could talk
Would it tell of how it has seen
Generation after generation grow and leave
To yet return year after year
Of crisis met and love shared and taught

Would it tell that more than blood a family makes
It's love and caring and giving
Not just food for the body
But also for the soul.

If this round table could hear
I would tell it that in my kitchen
I'm glad that it now sits
Ready to tell all who enter
Welcome to the family.....

Welcome home.