How Could I Not ? (Poem)

the plates belonged to someone else

such borrowed kindness to warm the heart

the cups are made by local hands

each sip to bring a sense of home

the food is grown by farmers loved

every bite to nourish more than flesh

sorrow shows upon your wearied face

weighs down your gaited tread

with such inestimable bounty as this

please come and share the table

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