'I was as tall as a table leg' by Brenda Cook

That special table that was my friend

It made a place to go

It would hide me from the company

That I was nervous of

It made me feel good underneath

It was nice, friendly and warm

It shielded me from the people outside

Looking down on me

It was special because it was new

And what was new was my own idea

Of the places underneath the table;

A den, a shelter, a tent,

A hut, a stable, a tunnel, a church steeple

I was alone but in my mind

I had my own people.