WingSpan Poetry Project


The Supper Table

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Awakening from my nap,
it surprises me that it is dark.
there are voice in the kitchen
that draw me in.
“Well, hello,”  my father announces.
“Did you have a good nap?”

Still groggy from sleep,
the bright light
startles me into silence.
The family continues to chat
at their day.


One thought on “The Supper Table

  1. I love the sense of dailiness and ease in this poem, and the surprising rhymes. It’s not easy to use true rhyme and have it be a surprise. Thank you for this poem!!

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