Poem #2

Poem#2

Though their table may look like a divine creation

The "d" is lower case with each libation

You want your spread to be fit for a King

A Queen to sit along for the scene

Don't fret over what appears to be spectacular 

Because despite all appearances your table will be interstellar

You will not need to compare your feast to theirs

You will only need to thank God for answered prayers

So, sadness must flee to make room for promised joy

Your walk is quite different, it's one you'll enjoy

Because it's Divinely God-ordered, capital "D" to employ

For you, your King, and three little boys.

-Amanda Gia

1/29/2015