Photo 24- The Table of Love

The Table Of Love
On the pearly white table
Sat an empty and cold tea pot
The story that goes with it is as old as Cain and Able
The story of a family that all got shot

For every rose on the table has a thorn
But for this family their roses were torn
In the night they walked
Just down the street while they talked

Then from out of the dark
Came an evil twisted villain
He came down the street smooth- only to attack like a shark
He killed the family of four while they were chillin’

On that cool, chilly fall night
For the family there was no light
All that was left behind
Was a house, cars, and a table

The table to which the family used
Not once was it ever abused
For the family cherished it
They took care of it and even loved it

The most loved things still stay on the table
For other people to remain stable
and see what little things can do
for they can help you get through

To this day the table remains
to remind us of a family not forgotten
yet to remind us of
how little things can show true love