We turn the old metal clasps beneath the table,
my brother and I, and pull the two halves apart.
It’s so easy, I think, to make more space at a table,
allowing everyone to fit. Let it be so in our hearts.
November 24, 2016 by Rosemerry
We turn the old metal clasps beneath the table,
my brother and I, and pull the two halves apart.
It’s so easy, I think, to make more space at a table,
allowing everyone to fit. Let it be so in our hearts.
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LOVE this metaphor.
Beautifully penned.☺