Weathered oak,
Patient and steady.
Once sapling, reaching for the sun,
Now grounded, a witness to the rain.

Cups clink, laughter shared,
Salty tears stain my worn grain.
Family feasts, childhood games,
I hold the weight of joy and pain.

Scribbled notes, homework sprawled,
Lonely meals in the middle of the night
I've seen love letters whispered,
And dreams being planted.

Maps unfold on my surface vast,
Journeys planned with eager hands.

Though silent, I remember all,
The echoes of lives that have passed.
I am the table, ever strong,
A steadfast beat that forever lasts.