Come to the table hungry,
to be filled with apple pie and grape wine
stories of great-grandparents who look on with pride
from the frames hung there on the wall.
Come to the table hungry,
thankful for hands that are able
to roll pie crust and grasp each other in grace
holding children who prefer to eat off your plate.
Come to the table hungry,
To be fed with what’s consumed by the heart
showing gratitude in action over a hot stove
to delight in the work that made it all worth it.
Come to the table hungry,
and be filled with all that you need.
The ones you love sitting shoulder to shoulder
passing on nothing short of a miracle,
like potatoes
and babies
and traditions to share.
Come to the table hungry,
to be nourished by what needs to be known.
To be thankful
in these moments we have.
Let’s sit a bit longer —
it all goes too fast.
Come to the table hungry.