The Glass Table

I am like the long, low table sitting before me.

Created from a friend’s never-found-a-purpose glass

and my yard sale table frame without a top.

Reflecting every very little mark of a long, zig-zagging history.

Every touch,

every scratch.

Sometimes heavy with clutter.

Now and again, shiny and clear.

When at its best, a reflection of all surrounding beauty.

All people loved.

Fit to carry heavy loads atop strong legs

and a thick top.

Sturdy, but not unbreakable.

Begrimed and imperfect.

Ever transparent.

Sharp at the corners, but well-padded.

Gathering about the few and the many.

Offering a place to rest weary feet.

To eat.

Where cats and dogs lying right beneath, see all.

And can be seen

below the reflection of the sun’s light

and the home’s inner glow.

Made one from two separate goals.

By giving.

By chance.

Unconnected lives, finally connecting.

Creating the perfect fit of form and function.

With daily smudges expected.

Author: Anne Celano Frohna

I am a writer, a mother of two girls, Eva (21) and Sophia (19) and wife to one husband, Kurt. I was mostly a professional writer and editor for 25 years for graphic arts and advertising, for publishers of newspapers, magazines, books, etc.,. Now, I have this blog where I post my creative non-fiction, short stories, a couple of illustrated children's stories and a comedy I wrote about two years I spent teaching English in rural Japan (NOT a story for a child.). I also have a shop on Etsy called ChannelingNonna where I’m selling the many vintage treasures I’ve collected over the years and continue to hunt down at thrift stores and yard sales.

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