There is a round blue table
Which follows me around
And appears when I least expect it!
Small and squat
And painted iconic Greek blue,
She is warm and inviting
And her legs are uneven
Threatening spillage at the most awkward of times
As she attempts to straddle uneven paths and balconies.
But never mind, ‘tis a mere bagatelle
For she is like an old friend
And I am always so happy to see her
As I greet her fondly…
And sit beside her smiling quietly to myself.
For simplicity is the key
To this little blue table
...which follows me everywhere!
© 2013 Francesca Muir
