Kitchen Tables.A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldJust another observation while reviewing!The cracked surface lays waste to dust and dirt, Patterns coloured to ease the mind, Black and greys sooth every angle, Sprawled with clutter to hide the bind. Places for everything and everything it's place, Take here now not leave and swell, Grabbing keys that scrape and huddle, Never looking just hear kitchens bell. Further now to legs that never sit, Pasted bolts have eternity in thinking, Plastic bags lay light with shopping, Potted flowers overlooking this blinking. A solid stance for memory and times, A fire dances in the background to tell fables, Music skips through the air now sit, At many a families kitchens tables! © 2014 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorThomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more..Writing
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