Daddy's Table

Just a little library table,
Always in our living room.
With the Bible that lay on it,
It became a loved heirloom.

Grandma bought it for my daddy
Just to make his home less bare
When she visited Dakota
And his little homestead there.

Daddy loved that pretty table
And presented it with pride
To my mama when he married
His beloved and cherished bride.

Mama took care of the table,
Rubbing it to lovely glow,
Giving it the place of honor,
Because she loved my daddy so.

When our home was lost to fire
He made sure we were alive
Then rushed in to save the table
In the year of thirty-five.

Daddy died and then my mama
But the table still remains;
Relic of those days in history,
Homesteading on Dakota plains.

Cost a pittance when she bought it
In the year nineteen ought two.
She'd be surprised at how we prize it.
If our grandma only knew.

By: Joyce 8/24/06