The old table

The old table,
glad to see the chairs are full
And I'm glad to see the table covered with linen and candles are also full.
full of stuffing and turkey
and foods of all sorts
and egg nog in glasses
and wines by the quarts,
air is staccato with the sound of yapping kin,
bragging and boasting of the year that has been.
After all has been said
and after all has been ate
after all has been washed
minus a few broken plates
After when all is calm
and after all is right
all will go home
till the next holy night.

Words

I found words 
 In puddles. 
and in the air on my walks down the street.
People throw out words 
like trash
Kids will kick around a word from one end of the street to the next till its bent and misshapen 
I found hot breathed words
And lullaby words as cool as cucumbers 
I love love words like I love you. 
I have collections of words on my shelf I go to them they embrace me and cradle me 
when i need a mother
 the words would set fire to my soul when I need a father 
and they keep me company when I need a brother 
and I would protect my words like i would my sister 
and learn from them as if they were a grandparent.
 Words are family to me. 
Words nourish me. 
Words lift me. 
And words do hurt me. 
Words tell me.