Sunday Dinners

by lynnkennison

Table set

glasses filled

with sweet tea

smell of fresh biscuits

flowing from the small

wicker basket

under a white linen covering

amongst the chatter and clatter

dessert calls from the oven

again and again

those gathered together

respectfully bow their heads

in thanks

for food they are to receive

and for the hands that prepared

fond memories

shared around the dinner table

on countless Sunday evenings

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