The Wooden Coffee Table.
Of baked biscuits and toasty marshmallows, Of hot soup and finger food, Of fallen leaves and dewy trees, Of frozen lakes and cozy wakes, Of warm sips of coffee and warmth of melted toffee. There were endless tales. Of love filled embraces and bittersweet tattles Of spiteful gestures and overdue caresses Of unsaid words and long lasting letters, Of genteel chivalry and pillow fight rivalry, Of a million novels and novice writers. There were endless tales. Amongst; Loveless bickers and flawless lovers, Friendships and new found admirers, Wildflowers and a bouquet of dasies, Laughters and unshed tears, Old fables and tender insults, Stood the coffee table. Forlorn mysteries it carved, Under it's wood it smiled, Gazed at the chair and whispered, "Tell my stories to your visitors, Tell them, they need not surrender. For they are not alone, There were many who wondered and wondered."