Corners

So much happens
in this corner,
(or can it be called a corner since it is a bay window?)
at this table.
The table that cannot be destroyed,
(Believe me, they have tried)
paint spills and glue testify to this.
Stories are read here,
games are played.

Heads bent close together,

time is shared.
Love is shown.
Windows all around,
light finds its way in,
even on the dreariest of days.