This was written for the Writer's Post Blog Hop hosted by Tayla Tate Boerner of "Grace Grits and Gardening".
The
kitchen table was sitting on the front lawn waiting to be auctioned off. As I watched prospective bidders mill around
my parent’s things memories came rushing back.
Every season warranted a new tablecloth.
If it was Christmas, the tablecloth featured holly berries or a Currier
and Ives scene. If it was Halloween,
there would be pumpkins. If it was
Easter, there would be Easter eggs or bunnies.
It is funny the things a person remembers.
So
many memories from coloring Easter eggs to turkey dinners punctuated with the
laughter of my family. There were nights
gathered around the table playing Monopoly and seeing my Dad enjoying his ice
cream before bedtime. On holidays the
leaves would go in and the table would magically grow to hold all the marvelous
food my parents prepared.
Now
the table is empty devoid of a table cloth.
My parents are gone and the family that once was will never gather
around it again. I still have my
memories, but it is time for the table to find a new home. Life is about changing and nothing ever stays
the same. With a lump in my throat I take one last look
and walk away.
