The Little Table (Thanksgiving) Poem by valerie kidd

The Little Table (Thanksgiving)



The little table was my place
there was no room for me
with little chairs and grown up stares
my little thanksgiving feast

Now all grown up
and carving the bird
i wish that it could be
the way it was, when i was loved
when i was only three

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