The Table Kept Warm

You have always been my home

You always prepared supper

Sometimes I was too tired to sit, to eat

But you called me to the table one night

I was annoyed eating...

You said, "I made supper all week. I missed you.
I didn't let it get cold for you, so I made sure it was always hot.
I won't give you leftovers, but I will eat them."

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