wilted tree
In the House Where I Grew Up
by Patrick Connors

The kitchen table
In the house where I grew up
Was wooden, cold and stained

Came apart in the middle
Like so many ruined meals
And other realities hard to digest

Silences which say more than words can say
Furtive glances the only I love you
Support incomplete, bond left unspoken

When we left the house where I grew up
The kitchen table stayed behind
But the dining room table came with us

A place to spend and fear the holidays
An anchor to hold us to our past
When we did not know how to be a family

SOURCE: “In the House Where I Grew Up” has appeared on several websites, as well as in the author’s chapbook, Scarborough Songs.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: As for what sparked this process, I love Christmas…now.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Patrick Connors’ chapbook, Scarborough Songs, was released by Lyricalmyrical Press in 2013.  He has also recently had work published in Belgium, India, and the United States.  In celebration of National Poetry Month 2013, he was featured on the blogs of The Toronto Quarterly and the League of Canadian Poets.  He is a manager for the Toronto chapter of 100,000 Poets for Change.