Dinnertime with Teens: a Poem

Table for oneAn hour or so ago,

the family was here.

We ate and talked of school and politics, movies and summer plans.

Someone told a joke. Someone laughed. Someone got mad.

Everyone loaded the dishwasher.


It was the type of dinner I imagined

back when mealtime meant

sippy cups, peas thrown from highchairs,

and cut-off sandwich crusts.


They’ve scattered now.

Someone’s reading, someone’s biking, someone’s online.

Alone in the kitchen, I sponge the table and try not to think about the future,

when family dinner will be a thing for holidays, at best.

About Mary Rowen

My three published novels, LEAVING THE BEACH (a 2016 IPPY Award winner), LIVING BY EAR, and IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE THAT WAY focus on women figuring out who they are and what they want from life. Music and musicians have a way of finding their way into the stories. I live in the Boston area with my family and pets.
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8 Responses to Dinnertime with Teens: a Poem

  1. judithworks says:

    So true, so true

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  2. jan says:

    Cherish those moments Mary! A lovely poem to remember them forever! Love it!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Sarah Monsma says:

    Ah, poignant, Mary! I find my mind straying there, too, these days.

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  4. Mary Rowen says:

    Thanks, Sarah. I hear you. Time is flying 😦


  5. MarinaSofia says:

    Ah, enjoy those moments! Our mealtimes usually consist of ‘yeugh, that looks yucky! I’m not eating that’ and imitating Minions or talking about Minecraft and being silly – the younger generation – and no, they are not that young, they just act like it. So none of the conversations I envisaged some day we were going to have… Ah well, a few more years to go and hope!


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