I was once the stuff of stars
settling finally
on this earth
I remember so many
of my journeys
and have forgotten
even more
They thought I was an old
kauri tree
of many
hundreds of years
But they cut
me down
when still
in my youth
And I became
the table
of the family
of many faces
Over one hundred
years I have
heard this families
stories
Of joys and sorrows
births and deaths
feast and famines
comings and goings
And as the faces change
and the stories remain
a final gathering
around me
Time now for my ending
as the table
and I wonder
what happens
To all the stories.......l

