Dinner table

As I sit down to eat all alone

Checking messages on my phone

Occupying a small corner of the table

Thinking to myself if only I was able

To go back in time and fill up the empty space

Wipe away the loneliness that I had to face

Of eating dinner without any company

Except that of myself and my gluttony..

I travel back to my childhood days

Where dinner was in many ways

Bonding time for the family entire

By an unwritten law each member was required

To be present at the table to break bread

Or be in peril of going to bed hungry instead

While during the day life happened to us

Over dinner as a family we discussed

Our daily highlights, frustrations and fears

We laughed at our antics, we shed some tears

While simultaneously enjoying food glorious

Freshly prepared, every dish scrumptious

(Especially when compared to my dinner current)

Such luxuries are now from my life absent..

It is true what they say about food and family-

Ordinary food becomes gourmet with good company!