At The Table
The clock on the wall
reveals the dinner hour
Mom gives a call
but who can hear
when no one is near-
Rooms with screens
among other things
take part in
"the great divide"
while empty chairs
remain side by side
without a family
to share
a prayer of thanks
or a meal -
Busyness and technology
have begun to steal
the most tender part
of the family heart.
At the table
we were once able
to be together
for a little while
of each day
with a meal and a pray.
How sad, that family time
At the table
has drifted away.
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