Night after night my mom sets the table <br />full of joy she passes her hand over the green fleat <br />like dishes she lays her chips down <br />they her finest china carefully stacked <br />her drink is the insurance bet <br />night after night 21 meals are servered <br /> <br />6 people share the meal with her <br />we her family eat alone <br />yet night after night my mom sets the table <br />the table of broken dreams and poisoned meals <br />night after night she countinues to eat <br />untill is consumed <br /> <br />Night after night my mom sets the table <br />night after night we her family shallow the bitter meal she makes <br /> <br />Night after night my mom sets the table<br /><br />vincent armone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-mom-sets-the-table/
