Supper was a part of the day

Everyone always had something to say

The kitchen always smelled so good

Not enough seats some of us stood

We’d pass the food so piping hot

There always seemed to be alot

You never wanted to ever be late

Cause seconds you would never rate

You always ate whateve they had

At the head of the table always sat Dad

Mom was always the last to be seated

She had to be sure nothing was needed

She seemed to eat ever so slow

We’d eat fast and off we’d go

When the meal was over and through

We often took turns the dishes to do

With all the fast food places today

Family meals are fading away

At my house I’m glad that’s not the case

I’m glad our life is not that fats pace