Cousins at the Folding Table
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
The adults keep the real table.
We get the folding one
beside the coats.
An uncle delivers extra rolls.
A niece trades peas for potatoes.
The oldest cousin invents a rule
nobody follows twice.
By dessert, the table rocks,
the paper cups collapse,
and every child has learned
which relative will quietly allow
one more piece of cake.
58 words · 12 lines · Free Verse