There was our table

It held many secrets

Mama fed us there

Papa ate his food there

Brother did his work there

And I fed my greens to paddy our dog there

The table held many secrets

Because it was there

I cried there

Mama yelled there

Papa lied there

Brother smoked there

There was our table

It held most secrets

Papa said La`triche there

Brother said weed there

Mama said Nigga there

I said nothing there

Because it was there

And the table held many secrets

I didn't want it to have mine

Papa left the table there

Mama died there

Brother disappeared there

And I stayed there

Because there was home

And there the table with many secrets stayed