Every evening we gather around the table in the dining room to
have dinner,
And to spend time with each other.
To ask each other, how was your day today.
To laugh about the good and to cry about the bad.
To nourish our bodies and our souls.
Dinnertime is familytime.
I am grateful for each dinner spent together with my family
around the dining table.
When I was a little girl, dinnertime was my favorite time of
the day.
Gathering around the dining table every evening was my
favorite family tradition.
It kept our family strong and bonded.
Because the dining table has that power.
Once I grew up, I left my parents’ home to make a life for
myself.
Now my sister and I have our own homes, our own
families.
We live on two different continents,
But we talk to each other every day as if we lived in the same
neighborhood.
Every time I call my sister,
I pick up the conversation from where I left it off
yesterday.
The dining table in our parents’ home did that for us.
And now I want to keep the same tradition alive, in my own
family.
Dinnertime is familytime.
The best tradition a family could wish for.
I teach my son to appreciate the power of the dining table –
keeping a family together, strong and bonded.
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From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page
80.
