The Table That Theo Made
The Table That Theo Made
The Table That Theo Made
Stands like a Trojan horse
In the middle of the dining room.
A piece of functional beauty
Without threat or deceit
As solid as a battering ram.
30 years stuck to the same spot
Bearing the emotion and stress
Of family-life discussions.
Without a creak of strained timber
Holding up the lies
0f thieving boyfriends.
Unfaithful partners
Thumping fists
Echoing anger or the joy of good news celebrations.
Its four sturdy legs
Immaculately dovetailed
Revealing nothing more than
Expert carpentry.
A table that could withstand
An earthquake’s falling masonry
But could not shield its maker
As cancer sneaked in
To claim another victory.
