Coffee stains on the wooden grain

History etched in every scratch and stain

Love letters left behind like shadows

Whispers of past meals and drawn windows

Crayon marks from kids long grown

Promises with every ring tone

Silent dinners with echoes loud

Stories wrapped in a tablecloth shroud

Everything happens on this old table

Hearts broken here so unstable

Laughter ringing like an old fable

On the table dreams feel so able

Dust settles but the memories don't

Every chip has a tale it won't

Forget the moments through years untold

This table's heart never grows cold

Hands clasped tight in morning prayer

Decisions made in the evening glare

The soul of the house without pretense

This old table is our constant sense

Footsteps creak in the floorboards near

Secret plans whispered sincere

A gathering place for souls to weave

In the heart of this table we believe