This is the table
This is the table, palest oak
Crafted and polished in fairest art
That Simon made
This is the child with the golden glow
Carefree and bright in the summer sun
Who sets the table of palest oak
That Simon made
These are the garlands of passion flower
The lavender sprigs in simple show
Arranged by the woman so gentle and kind
To help the girl with the golden glow
Who sets the table of palest oak
That Simon made
This is the supper, special fare
Cooked by the man for all to share
Who loves the woman so gentle and kind
Who helps the girl with the golden glow
Who sets the table of palest oak
That Simon made
And this is the chair where usually sits
The baby who’s sleeping, giving some peace
For all of us gathered here tonight
Three generations, some from afar
With friends beloved, here for a while
Who once had a boy, inquisitive child
Dexterous always, eager to learn
A craftsman now, who loves the wood
The palest oak, all polished and fair
Designed and created, shipped to the sun
A work full of love, where love will be shared
By all of us here, gathered tonight
To talk and to eat, in the evening light
All of us seated, each in our place
Family, friends, at the polished board
Crafted, created, in fairest art
This is the table, palest oak
Crafted and polished in fairest art
That Simon made
This is the child with the golden glow
Carefree and bright in the summer sun
Who sets the table of palest oak
That Simon made
These are the garlands of passion flower
The lavender sprigs in simple show
Arranged by the woman so gentle and kind
To help the girl with the golden glow
Who sets the table of palest oak
That Simon made
This is the supper, special fare
Cooked by the man for all to share
Who loves the woman so gentle and kind
Who helps the girl with the golden glow
Who sets the table of palest oak
That Simon made
And this is the chair where usually sits
The baby who’s sleeping, giving some peace
For all of us gathered here tonight
Three generations, some from afar
With friends beloved, here for a while
Who once had a boy, inquisitive child
Dexterous always, eager to learn
A craftsman now, who loves the wood
The palest oak, all polished and fair
Designed and created, shipped to the sun
A work full of love, where love will be shared
By all of us here, gathered tonight
To talk and to eat, in the evening light
All of us seated, each in our place
Family, friends, at the polished board
Crafted, created, in fairest art
28th August 2009 Hounoux, for Simon Morris
Sally, I love it!
ReplyDeleteSo do I...and just imagine all the stories this piece of oak holds and Simon's art transformed it so beautifully to carry on living in a different form gathering new stories. What a lovely scene you have created Sally.
ReplyDeleteThat is a lovely idea Jude- the history and the story going on, in a different continuity from the one in my poem. The one you suggest is similar to the story in 'Lucy's Bible'. Been watching so much of Who do you think you are? this season and find those personal histories so moving.
ReplyDeleteFrom Jenny G
ReplyDeleteThis one fairly dances - there's a lovely graceful rhythm to it, and it just glows with delight! Bless you for sharing your poems with me.
From Simon:
ReplyDeleteHI Sally, thanks for sending me this. Its a real pleasure to be a part of your family life celebrations. xx