Dining Room Table

I remember the times when we used to pass the salt to each other,
It was a friendly exchange,
And no one hated passing it,
Nowadays, I take the shaker from the cabinet,
Salt my food,
And put it back,
I never pass it to anyone else,

I remember when we used to have conversations,
My parents talked about the rough patches of work,
Me and my siblings shared our feelings toward school,
And we all thanked the cook for a job well done in the kitchen,
Cook refering to my mom or dad,
Nowadays, once the food is made,
Or when a pizza is delivered,
We slap it on a plate,
And seperate into our own rooms,
So no one shares stories,
And no one expresses love to the family,

I remember the joy that filled my face,
Whenever good news blessed us,
And I remember the laughs,
When every person at the table joined in,
Nowadays, I can only hope for that same kind of joy,
I can only hope for a blessing from the heavens,
And I can only hope for a good laugh,
But it's out of my hands,

I want it back,
Those days were good,
Those days were pure,
And the bad hardly edged its way in,
I feel empty without it,
I feel lost without it,
And the sadness is overstaying its welcome in our home,

Come back precious table,
You brought out the sunny side of day,
My whole family needs you,
I need you.